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FROM  THE  LIBRARY  OF 
REV.   LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON.   D.  D. 


BEQUEATHED   BY   HIM   TO 

THE   LIBRARY  OF 

PRINCETON  THEOLOGICAL  SEMINARY 


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BY 

HORATIUS   BONAR,  D.  D. 


NEW  EDITION. 


NEW   YORK: 
ROBERT  CARTER  AND  BROTHERS, 

530,    BROADWAY. 
1867. 


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TOOKS  COURT,  CJtANCERY  LANE. 


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IVIXE  Order 
Left  behind  . 

Y-?4'^/r5Vi    T^^^    ^IeETING-PLACE 

-^^^'^  A  Stranger  here 

Ocean  Teachings   . 

Xo  MORE  Sea 

The  Change   . 

The  Cloudless 

The  Land  of  Light 

The  Seen  and  the  Unseen 

Advent  .... 

How    LONG?      . 

.A  little  while 

-^'OT    very    far 

The  Everlasting  Memorial 

Our  One  Life 

The  Consolation'  . 

The  Night  and  the  Mornin 

Day-spring 

Dust  to  Dust 

Arise  and  depart 

Newly  fallen  asleep  . 

The  Elesh  resting  in  Hope 

ar  better     . 
Wandering  down  . 
The  Stranger  Sea-bird 
The  Blank 
The  Little  Flock 
The  Sleep  of  the  Beloved 
^Iine  and  Thine    . 
Abide  in  Him 
The  Sinbearer 


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OWLEDGE 


The  End  of  the  Day  . 

The  Love  of  God 

The  True  Bread 

The  First  and  the  Last 

In  Hi.M  WE  live  . 

The  Love  that  passeth  Kn 

He  is  risen  . 

Musings  and  Counsels 

The  Good  Fight  . 

Sunset  bv  the  Sea 

Lord,  come  away 

He  is  coming 

The  Judgment 

Heaven  at  last    . 

The  Graves  of  Ocean 

A  Cry  from  the  Depths 

Life  and  I    . 

Bright  Feet  of  May 

Vox  Matutina 

Homewards  . 

I  go  to  Life 

The  Battle-song  of  the  Church 

He  liveth  long  who  liveth  well 

The  Sin  and  the  Sin-bearer 

The  Great  Message    . 

The  Better  Will 

Hy'mn  of  the  Last  Days     . 

Creation  in  earnest    . 

The  Three  Weepers    . 

He  died  and  lives 

He  wept  over  it  .         .         . 

Begin  avitii  God  .... 

The  Voice  of  the  Beloved 

The  New  Song     .... 

Not  what  these  Hands  have  done 

Gold  and  the  Heart  . 

Sancta  Theresa   .... 

Let  us  go  forth  .... 

The  Sinner's  Burial  . 

The  Lord  needeth  thee 

Beckon  us  upward 

To  the  Comforter 


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Abide  with  us 

The  Bridal  Day  . 

The  Old  Story     . 

Wise  aveeping 

Arise,  shine,  for  thy  Ligi 

At  last 

Credo,  non  opinor 

Up,  my  Soul,  'tis  Day 

Ll'CY       .... 

The  JMaster's  Touch    . 

SuxsET  AND  Sunrise     . 

Summer  of  the  Silent  He.' 

Use  me  . 

The  Two  Prophets 

Sabbath  Hymn 

OuR  Evening  Hymn     . 

Battle-song  against  Satan 

The  after-supper  Hymn 

Hymn  of  Night   . 

Kight  Hymn  before  the  S^ 

Pentecostal  HyMx\ 

Hymn  to  Christ  . 

JNIOUNT    HoR  . 

Seek  the  Things  above 

The  Gain  of  Loss 

Oriens  .... 

Finish  thy  Work 

The  Sword    . 

Yigilate 

Jubilate 

Sweet  Cup  of  Sorrow 

Zion's  Morning    . 

ZiON,    AWAKE 

Jerusalem's  Dayspring 

Light  in  Darkness 

Our  Battle  . 

God  in  all,  and  all  in  God 

Shine  on        .         .         . 

The  War-song  of  the  Chu 

Upward 

Goodwill  toward  Men 

The  Walk  of  Faith  . 


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The  Shepherd's  Voice 

Is  He  xot  fair  ?  . 

The  Chief  among  Ten  Thousand 

To  MY  Tempter    . 

Divine  Peace 

The  White  Raiment   . 

There  laid  they  Jesus 

As    MANY   AS    TOL'CHED    HiM 

Prayer  to  the  Spirit 

The  Cross 

Our  Father's  House 

Almost  Home 

Resurrection 

The  Deliverer     . 

Intercession 

It  doth  not  yet  appear  what  we  shall  be 

The  Comfort  of  the  Holy  Ghost 

Eternal  Water-brooks 

Love  not  the  World  . 

Could  ye  not  Watch  ? 

Give  Glory  .... 

Light  for  Work  . 

Thankful  Remembrances    . 

Follow  Me  .... 

jVot  to  Self 

Glory  to  God 

Let  your  Light  shine 

Fear  not,  Daughter  of  Zion 

Jesus  Christ  our  Lord 

He  comes       .... 

My  High  Priest 

The  Blood  that  speaketh  Better  Things 

The  Book  of  God 

Bring  the  Bright  Day 

Communion  .... 

The  Gift  of  Peace      . 

Forget  not  all  His  Benefits 

Ever  with  Thee  . 

Let  us  not  rend  it     . 

Unspeakable  Words    . 

Juxta  Crucem 

Divine  Love 


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Life's  Praise        ......  339 

A  Hymn  of  Praise 341 

Jesus,  help  .......  342 

The  Song  upon  the  Sea  of   Glass      .         .  344 

Love  our  Resting-place      ....  345 

The  Intercession          .....  346 

True  'I'hinking     ......  347 

The  Church's  Watch  .....  349 

Prayer  for  our  Children  ....  352 

Who  touched  Me 353 

Holy  Sleep  .......  354 

Alleluia,  Dulce  Carmen   ....  357 

Extra  Portam      ......  358 

The  Time  of  Flowers 362 

Psalm  VI -         .         .  363 

Psalm  XXIV 364 

Psalm  XXIX 366 

Psalm  CL 367 

Index  of  First  Lines 369 


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DIVINE    ORDER. 

lis  first  the  true  and  then  the  beautiful, 
^iJ  l#eS/     ]STot  first  the  beautiful  and  then 
i^'  the  true  ; 

First  the  wild  moor,  with  rock  and  reed  and 
pool. 
Then  the  gay  garden  rich  in  scent  and  hue. 

'Tis  first  the  good  and  then  the  beautifiil. 
Not  first  the  beautifiil  and  then  the  good ; 

First  the  rough  seed,  sown  in  the  rougher  soil. 
Then  the  flower-blossom,  or  the  branching 
wood. 

Not  first  the  glad  and  then  the  sorrowfiil, 
But  first  the  sorrowfial,  and  then  the  glad; 

Tears  for  a  day ;  for  earth  of  tears  is  full, 
Then  we  forget  that  we  were  ever  sad. 

Not  first  the  bright,  and  after  that  the  dark. 
But  first  the  dark,  and  after  that  the  bright ; 
First  the  thick  cloud,  and  then  the  rainbow's 


First  the  dark  grave,  then  resurrection-light. 


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LEFT  BEHIND. 


'Tis  first  the  night, — stern  night  of  storm  and 
war, — 

Long  night  of  heavy  clouds  and  veiled  skies; 
Then  the  far  sparkle  of  the  Morning-star, 

That  bids  the  saints  awake  and  dawn  arise. 


LEFT   BEHIND. 


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^OOK  at    this  starbeam  ! 
place  of  bifth, 
(^^A^^S     It  has  come  dovv^n  to  greet  us  here 

below ; 
Now  it  alights  unwearied  on  this  earth, 

Nor   storm   nor  night  have  quenched  its 
heavenly  glow. 

Unbent  before  the  winter's  rugged  blast, 
Unsoiled  by  this  sad  planet's  tainted  air, 

It  sparkles  out  from  yon  unmeasured  vast. 
Bright  'mid  the  brightest,  'mid  the  fairest 
fair. 

Undimmed  it  reaches  me  ;  but  yet  alone  : 
The  thousand  gay  companions  that  took 
wing 
Along  with  it  have  perished  one  by  one, 
Scattered  o'er  space  like  blossoms  of  the„ 
spring. 


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LEFT  BEHIND. 


Some  to  yon   nearer  orbs  have   sped  their 
course, 
Yon  city's  smoke  has  quench'd  a  thousand 
more  ; 
Myriads  in  yon  dark  cloud  have  spent  their 
force ; 
A  few  stray  gleams  are  all  that  reach  our 
shore. 

And  so  with  us  !    How  many,  who  began 
Life's  race  with  us,  are  dropping  by  the  way ; 

Losing  themselves  in  darkness  one  by  one, 
From  the  glad  goal  departing  wide  astray ! 

WTien  we  shall  reach  the  kingdom  of  the  blest, 
How  few  who  started  with  us  shall  we  find 

Arriving  or  arrived,  for  glorious  rest ; 

How  many  shall  we  mourn  as  left  behind !  * 

*  "  Pauci  laeta  arva  tenemus." — Virgil,  Mneid,  VI. 


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THE   MEETING-PLACE. 


)HERE  the  faded  flower  shall  freshen, 
Freshen  never  more  to  fade  ; 
Where  the  shaded  sky  shall  brighten. 
Brighten  never  more  to  shade : 
Where  the  sun-blaze  never  scorches ; 

Where  the  star-beams  cease  to  chill ; 
Where  no  tempest  stirs  the  echoes 

Of  the  wood,  or  wave,  or  hill : 
Where  the  morn  shall  wake  in  gladness. 

And  the  noon  the  joy  prolong, 
Where  the  day-light  dies  in  fragrance, 
'Mid  the  burst  of  holy  song : 

Brother,  we  shall  meet  and  rest 
'Mid  the  holy  and  the  blest  1 

Where  no  shadow  shall  bewilder, 

Where  life's  vain  parade  is  o'er. 
Where  the  sleep  of  sin  is  broken. 

And  the  dreamer  dreams  no  more  : 
Where  no  bond  is  ever  sundered ; 

Partings,  claspings,  sob  and  moan, 
Midnight  waking,  twilight  weeping, 

Heavy  noontide, — all  are  done : 
Where  the  child  has  found  its  mother. 

Where  the  mother  finds  the  child. 
Where  dear  families  are  gathered. 

That  were  scattered  on  the  wild  : 

Brother,  we  shall  meet  and  rest 
'Mid  the  holy  and  the  blest ! 


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Where  the  hidden  wound  is  healed, 

Where  the  blighted  life  re -blooms. 
Where  the  smitten  heart  the  freshness 
^y  Of  its  buoyant  youth  resumes  : 

Where  the  love  that  here  we  lavish 

On  the  withering-  leaves  of  time, 

Shall  have  fadeless  flowers  to  fix  on 

In  an  ever  spring-bright  clime  : 
Where  we  find  the  joy  of  loving, 

As  we  never  loved  before. 
Loving  on,  unchilled,  unhindered. 
Loving  once  and  evermore  : 

Brother,  we  shall  meet  and  rest 
'Mid  the  holy  and  the  blest ! 

Where  a  blasted  world  shall  brighten 

Underneath  a  bluer  sphere, 
And  a  softer,  gentler  sunshine 

Shed  its  healing  splendour  here  : 
Where  earth's  barren  vales  shall  blossom 

Putting  on  their  robe  of  green. 
And  a  purer,  fairer  Eden 

Be  where  only  wastes  have  been : 
Where  a  King  in  kingly  glory, 

Such  as  earth  has  never  known. 
Shall  assume  the  righteous  sceptre. 

Claim  and  wear  the  holy  crown : 

Brother,  we  shall  meet  and  rest 
'Mid  the  holy  and  the  blest. 


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A   STRANGER   HERE. 

^^|\|^  MISS  the  dear  paternal  dwelling-, 
i^tl^^     Which  mem'ry  still  undimmed 
c^^^^  recalls, 

'      ^^2^        A  thousand  early  stories  telling, 

Al/k    U  I  miss  the  venerable  walls. 

I  miss  the  chamber  of  my  childhood, 
I  miss  the  shade  of  boyhood's  tree, — 

The  glen,  the  path,  the  cliff,  the  wild-wood, 
The  music  of  the  well-known  sea. 


I  miss  the  ivied  haunt  of  moonlight, 
I  miss  the  forest  and  the  stream, 

I  miss  the  fragrant  grove  of  noonlight, 
I  miss  our  mountain's  sunset  gleam. 

I  miss  the  green  slope,  where  reposing 
I  mused  upon  the  near  and  far. 

Marked,  one  by  one,  each  floweret  closing, 
Watched,  one  by  one,  each  opening  star. 

I  miss  the  well-remembered  faces. 
The  voices,  forms  of  fresher  days  ; 

Time  ploughs  not  up  these  deep-drawn  traces, 
These  lines  no  ages  can  erase. 

I  miss  them  all,  for,  unforgetting, 
My  Spirit  o'er  the  past  still  strays. 

And,  much  its  wasted  years  regretting, 
It  treads  again  these  shaded  ways. 


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I  mourn  not  that  each  early  token 

Is  now  to  me  a  faded  flower, 
Nor  that  the  magic  snare  is  broken, 

That  held  me  with  its  mystic  power. 

I  murmur  not  that  now  a  stranger, 
I  pass  along  the  smiling  earth ; 

I  know  the  snare,  I  dread  the  danger, 
I  hate  the  haunts,  I  shun  the  mirth. 

My  hopes  are  passing  upward,  onward. 
And  with  my  hopes  my  heart  has  gone  ; 

My  eye  is  turning  skyward,  sunward. 

Where  glory  brightens  round  yon  throne, 

My  spirit  seeks  its  dwelling  yonder ; 

And  faith  fore-dates  the  joyful  day 
When  these  old  skies  shall  cease  to  sunder 

The  one  dear,  love-linked  family. 

Well-pleased  I  find  years  rolling  o'er  me. 
And  hear  each  day  time's  measured  tread 

Far  few^er  clouds  now  stretch  before  me. 
Behind  me  is  the  darkness  spread. 

And  summer's  suns  are  swiftly  setting. 
And  life  moves  downward  in  their  train, 

And  autumn  dews  are  fondly  wetting 
The  faded  cheek  of  earth  in  vain. 

December  moons  are  coldly  waning. 
And  life  with  them  is  on  the  wane  ; 

Storm-laden  skies  with  sad  complaining. 
Bend  blackly  o'er  the  unsmiling  main. 


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A    STRANGER   HERE. 


My  future  from  my  past  unlinking, 
Each  dying  year  untwines  the  spell ; 

The  visible  is  swiftly  sinking, 
Uprises  the  invisible. 

To  light,  unchanging,  and  eternal. 

From  mists  that  sadden  this  bleak  waste, 

To  scenes  that  smile  for  ever  vernal. 
From  winter's  blackening  leaf  I  haste. 

Earth,  what  a  sorrow  lies  before  thee, 
None  like  it  in  the  shadowy  past ; 

The  sharpest  throe  that  ever  tore  thee, 
Even  though  the  briefest  and  the  last ! 

I  see  the  fair  moon  veil  her  lustre, 
I  see  the  sackcloth  of  the  sun; 

The  shrouding  of  each  starry  cluster. 
The  three-fold  woe  of  earth  begun. 

I  see  the  shadows  of  its  sunset ; 

And  wrapt  in  these  the  Avenger's  form  ; 
I  see  the  Armageddon-onset ; 

But  I  shall  be  above  the  storm. 

There  comes  the  moaning  and  the  sighing, 
There  comes  the  hot  tear's  heavy  fall. 

The  thousand  agonies  of  dying ; 
But  I  shall  be  beyond  them  all. 


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OCEAN   TEACHINGS. 

This  great  and  wide  sea. — Fs.  civ.  25. 

^^^^^HAT  rising  storm  !  It  has  awakened 
me  ; 
My  slumbering  spirit  starts  to  life 
anew  ; 
That  blinding  spray-drift,  how  it  falls  upon 
me, 
As  on  the  weary  flower  the  freshening  dew. 

That  rugged  rock-fringe  that  girds  in  the 
ocean. 
And  calls  the  foam  from  its  translucent  blue, 
It  seems  to  pour  strange  strength  into  my 
spirit, — 
Strength  for  endurance,  strength  for  conflict 
too. 

And  these  bright  ocean-birds,  these  billow- 
rangers, 
The  snowy-breasted, — each  a  winged 
wave, — 
They  tell  me  how  to  joy  in  storm  and  dangers. 
When  surges  whiten,  or  when  whirlwinds 
rave. 

Andthesegreen-stretchingfields,  these  peace- 
ful hollows, 

That  hear  the  tempest,  but  take  no  alarm, 
Has  not  their  placid  verdure  sweetly  taught  me 

The  peace  within  when  all  without  is  storm? 


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And  thou  keen  sun-flash,  through  the  cloud- 
wreath  bursting-, 
Silvering  the  sea,  the  sward,  the  rock,  the 
foam, 
Wiiat  light  within  me  has  thy  pure  gleam 
kindled  ! 
'Tis  from  the  land  of  light  that  thou  art  come. 

And  of  that  time  how  blithely  art  thou  telling, 
When  cloud  and  change  and  tempest  shall 
take  wing ; 
Each  beam  of  thine  prophetic  of  the  glory. 
Creation's  day-break,  earth's  long-promised 
spring. 

Even  thus  it  is,  my  God  me  daily  teacheth 
Sweet  knowledge  out  of  all  I  hear  and  see  ; 

Each  object  has  a  heavenly  voice  within  it, 
Each  scene,  however  troubled,  speaks  to  me. 

For  all  upon  this  earth  is  broken  beauty ; 

Yet  out  of  all  what  strange,  deep  lessons  rise ! 
Each  hour  is  giving  out  its  heaven-sent  wisdom, 

A  message  from  the  sea,  the  shore,  the  skies. 


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NO   MORE   SEA. 

Kai  t)  QaXaaaa  ovk  iariv  in. — Rev.  xxi.  1. 


UMMER  Ocean,  idly  washing 

This  grey  rock  on  which  I  lean  ; 
Summer  Ocean,  broadly  flashing 
With  thy  hues  of  gold  and  green  ; 
Gently  swelling,  wildly  dashing 

O'er  yon  island-studded  scene  ; 
Summer  Ocean,  how  Fll  miss  thee, 

Miss  the  thunder  of  thy  roar, 
Miss  the  music  of  thy  ripple. 

Miss  thy  sorrow-soothing  shore, — 
Summer  Ocean,  how  I'll  miss  thee, 

When  "  the  sea  shall  be  no  more." 
Summer  Ocean,  how  I'll  miss  thee. 

As  along  thy  strand  I  range  ; 
Or  as  here  I  sit  and  watch  thee 
In  thy  moods  of  endless  change, 

Mirthful  moods  of  morning  gladness. 
Musing  moods  of  sunset  sadness  ; 
When  the  dying  winds  caress  thee, 
And  the  sinking  sunbeams  kiss  thee. 
And  the  crimson  cloudlets  press  thee. 
And  all  nature  seems  to  bless  thee  ! — 
Summer  Ocean,  how  I'll  miss  thee, 

Miss  the  wonders  of  thy  shore, 
Miss  the  magic  of  thy  grandeur, 
When  "  the  sea  shall  be  no  more." 


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And  yet  sometimes  in  my  musings, 

When  I  think  of  what  shall  be  ; 
In  the  day  of  earth's  new  glory, 

Still  I  seem  to  roam  by  thee. 
As  if  all  had  not  departed, 

But  the  glory  lingered  still ; 
As  if  that  which  made  thee  lovely. 

Had  remained  unchangeable. 
Only  that  which  marr'd  thy  beauty. 

Only  that  had  passed  away. 
Sullen  wilds  of  Ocean-moorland, 

Bloated  features  of  decay. 
Only  that  dark  waste  of  waters, 

Line  ne'er  fathomed,  eye  ne'er  scanned. 
Only  that  shall  shrink  and  vanish. 

Yielding  back  the  imprisoned  land. 
Yielding  back  earth's  fertile  hollows. 

Long-submerged  and  hidden  plains  ; 
Giving  up  a  thousand  vallej's. 

Of  the  ancient  world's  domains. 
Leaving  still  bright  azure  ranges. 

Winding  round  this  rocky  tower  ; 
Leaving  still  yon  gem-bright  island. 

Sparkling  like  an  ocean  flower. 
Leaving  still  some  placid  stretches. 

Where  the  sun-beams  bathe  at  noon, 
Leaving  still  some  lake-like  reaches. 

Mirrors  for  the  silver  moon. 
Only  all  of  gloom  and  horror, 

Idle  wastes  of  endless  brine. 
Haunts  of  darkness,  storm  and  danger. 

These  shall  be  no  longer  thine. 


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THE    CHANGE. 


Backward  ebbing,  wave  and  ripple, 
Wondrous  scenes  shall  then  disclose 

And,  like  earth's,  the  wastes  of  ocean 
Then  shall  blossom  as  the  rose. 


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THE    CHANGE. 

^^  LOVE  yon  pale  blue  sky ;  it  is  the  floor 
Of  that  glad  home  where  I  shall 
shortly  be  ; 

A  home  from  which  I  shall  go  out  no  more  ; 
From  toil  and  grief  and  vanity  set  free. 

I  gaze  upon  yon  everlasting  arch, 

Up  which  the  bright  stars  wander,  as  they 
shine  ; 

And,  as  I  mark  them  in  their  nightly  march, 
I  think  how  soon  that  journey  shall  be  mine ! 

Yon  silver  drift  of  silent  cloud,  far  up 

In  the  still  heaven, — through  you  my  path- 
way lies : 
Yon  rugged  mountain-peak, — how  soon  your 
top 
Shall  I  behold  beneath  me,  as  I  rise  ! 

Not  many  more  of  life's  slow-pacing  hours, 
Shaded  with  sorrow's  melancholy  hue  ; 

Oh,  what  a  glad  ascending  shall  be  ours. 
Oh,  what  a  pathway  up  yon  starry  blue  ! 


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THE    CLOUDLESS. 


A  journey  like  Elijah's,  swift  and  bright, 
Caught  gently  upward  to  an  early  crown, 

In  heaven's  own  chariot  of  all-blazing  light,* 
With  death  untasted  and  the  grave  unknown. 


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THE   CLOUDLESS. 


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.,^0  shadows  yonder  ! 

All  light  and  song; 
B^  Each  day  I  wonder. 
And  say.  How  long 
Shall  time  me  sunder 
From  that  dear  throng  ? 

No  weeping  yonder  ! 

All  fled  away ; 
While  here  I  wander 

Each  weary  day  ; 
And  sigh  as  I  ponder 

My  long,  long  stay. 

No  partings  yonder  ! 

Time  and  space  never 
Again  shall  sunder  ; 

Hearts  cannot  sever  ; 
Dearer  and  fonder 

Hands  clasp  for  ever.f 

*  Oh^}  TTVpl  TraiKparjQ. — SoPH.  Philoct. 

t  ddaKpvv  veixovrai  aiojva. — PiNDAR.  Oli/m. 


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THE  LAND    OF  LIGHT. 


None  wanting  yonder, 
Bought  by  the  Lamb  ! 

All  gathered  under 

The  ever-green  palm  ; 

Loud  as  night's  thunder 
Ascends  the  glad  psalm. 


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THE    LAND    OF    LIGHT. 

(^^^§5JHAT  clime  is  not  like  this  dull  clime  of 


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^j^       All,  all  is  brightness  there  ; 
A  sweeter  influence  breathes  around  its  flowers, 

And  a  far  milder  air. 
No  calm  below  is  like  that  calm  above, 
No  region  here  is  like  that  realm  of  love  ; 
Earth's  softest  spring  ne'er  shed  so  soft  a  light. 
Earth's  brightest  summer  never  shone  so 
bright. 

That  sky  is  not  like  this  sad  sky  of  ours, 

Tinged  with  earth's  change  and  care  : 
No  shadow  dims  it,  and  no  rain-cloud  lowers  ; 

No  broken  sunshine  there  ! 
One  everlasting  stretch  of  azure  pours 
Its  stainless  splendour  o'er  these  sinless  shores; 
For  there  Jehovah  shines  with  heavenly  ray. 
There  Jesus  reigns  dispensing  endless  day. 


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THE  LAND    OF  LIGHT. 


Those  dwellers  there  are  not  like  these  of  earth, 
No  mortal  stain  they  bear  ; 
^       And  yet  they  seem  of  kindred  blood  and  birth, — 
Whence,  and  how  came  they  there  ? 
Earth  was  their  native  soil ;  from  sin  and  shame. 
Through  tribulation  they  to  glory  came  ; 
Bond-slaves  delivered  from  sin's  crushing  load, 
Brands  plucked  from  burning  by  the  hand  of 
God. 


Those  robes  of  theirs  are  not  like  these  below  ; 

No  angel's  half  so  bright ! 
Whence  came  that  beauty,  whence  that  living 
glow  ? 

Whence  came  that  radiant  white  ? 
Washed  in  the  blood  of  the  atoning  Lamb, 
Fair  as  the  light  those  robes  of  theirs  became. 
And  now,  all  tears  wiped  off  from  every  eye, 
They  wander  where  the  freshest  pastures  lie, 
Through  all  the  nightless  day  of  that  unfading 
sky  ! 


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THE    SEEN  AND   THE    UNSEEN. 

ON  THE  GREAT  EXHIBITION,    185I. 


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A  !  yon  burst  of  crystal  splendour, 
Sunlight,  starlight  blent  in  one 
Starlight  set  in  arctic  azure, 
Sunlight  from  the  burning  zone  ! 
Gold  and  silver,  gems  and  marble, 

All  creation's  jewelry ; 
Earth's  uncovered  waste  of  riches, 
Treasures  of  the  ancient  sea. 

Heir  of  glory. 
What  is  that  to  thee  and  me  ? 

Iris  and  Aurora  braided. 

How  the  woven  colours  shine  ! 
Snow-gleams  from  an  Alpine  summit. 

Torch-light  from  a  spar-roofed  mine. 
Like  Arabia's  matchless  palace. 

Child  of  magic's  strong  decree, 
One  vast  globe  of  living  sapphire, 

Floor,  walls,  columns,  canopy. 
Heir  of  glory. 

What  is  that  to  thee  and  me  ? 

Forms  of  beauty,  shapes  of  wonder^ 
Trophies  of  triumphant  toil ; 

Never  Athens,  Rome,  Palmyra, 
Gazed  on  such  a  costly  spoil. 

Dazzling  the  bewildered  vision, 
More  than  princely  pomp  we  see  ; 


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THE   SEEN  AND   THE    UNSEEN. 

What  the  blaze  of  the  Alhambra, 
Dome  of  emerald,  to  thee  ? 

Heir  of  glory, 
What  is  that  to  thee  and  me  ? 

Farthest  cities  pour  their  riches, 

Farthest  empires  muster  here, 
Art  her  jubilee  proclaiming 

To  the  nations  far  and  near. 
From  the  crowd  in  wonder  gazing. 

Science  claims  the  prostrate  knee ; 
This  her  temple,  diamond-blazing. 

Shrine  of  her  idolatry. 
Heir  of  glory. 

What  is  that  to  thee  and  me  ? 

Listen  to  her  tale  of  wonder. 

Of  her  plastic,  potent  spell ; 
'Tis  a  big  and  braggart  story. 

Yet  she  tells  it  fair  and  well. 
She  the  gifted,  gay  magician, 

Mistress  of  earth,  air,  and  sea ; 
This  majestic  apparition. 

Offspring  of  her  sorcery. 
Heir  of  glory. 

What  is  that  to  thee  and  me  ? 

What  to  that  for  which  we're  waiting. 
Is  this  glittering  earthly  toy  ? 

Heavenly  glory,  holy  splendour. 
Sum  of  grandeur,  sum  of  joy. 

Not  the  gems  that  time  can  tarnish. 
Not  the  hues  that  dim  and  die, 


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r/f^   SEEN  AND    THE    UNSEEN. 

Not  the  glow  that  cheats  the  lover, 
Shaded  with  mortality. 

Heir  of  glory, 
That  shall  be  for  thee  and  me  ! 

Not  the  light  that  leaves  us  darker ; 

Not  the  gleams  that  come  and  go ; 
Not  the  mirth  whose  end  is  madness ; 

Not  the  joy  whose  fruit  is  woe  ; 
Not  the  notes  that  die  at  sunset ; 

Not  the  fashion  of  a  day ; 
But  the  everlasting  beauty, 

And  the  endless  melody. 
Heir  of  glory. 

That  shall  be  for  thee  and  me  ! 

City  of  the  pearl-bright  portal ; 

City  of  the  jasper  wall ; 
City  of  the  golden  pavement ; 

Seat  of  endless  festival. 
City  of  Jehovah,  Salem, 

City  of  eternity. 
To  thy  bridal  hall  of  gladness. 

From  this  prison  would  I  flee. 
Heir  of  glory. 

That  shall  be  for  thee  and  me  ! 

Ah  ;  with  such  strange  spells  around  me, 
Fairest  of  what  earth  calls  fair. 

How  I  need  thy  fairer  image. 
To  undo  the  syren  snare  ! 

Lest  the  subtle  serpent-tempter 
Lure  me  with  his  radiant  lie  ; 


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As  if  sin  were  sin  no  longer, 
Life  were  no  more  vanity. 

Heir  of  glory, 
What  is  that  to  thee  and  me  ? 

Yes,  I  need  thee,  heavenly  city, 

My  low  spirit  to  upbear ; 
Yes,  I  need  thee  ;  earth's  encheintments 

So  beguile  me  with  their  glare. 
Let  me  see  thee,  then  these  fetters 

Break  asunder ;   I  am  free  ; 
Then  this  pomp  no  longer  chains  me ; 

Faith  has  won  the  victory. 
Heir  of  glory, 

That  shall  be  for  thee  and  me  1 

Soon  where  earthly  beauty  blinds  not. 

No  excess  of  brilliance  palls, 
Salem,  city  of  the  holy, 

We  shall  be  within  thy  walls ! 
There  beside  yon  crystal  river. 

There  beneath  life's  wondrous  tree, 
There,  with  nought  to  cloud  or  sever, 

Ever  with  the  Lamb  to  be  ; 
Heir  of  glory. 

That  shall  be  for  thee  and  me  ! 


ADVENT. 


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JHE  Church  has  waited  long-, 
12^        Her  absent  Lord  to  see ; 

And  still  in  loneliness  she  waits, 
A  friendless  stranger  she. 
Age  after  age  has  gone, 
Sun  after  sun  has  set, 
And  still,  in  weeds  of  widowhood. 
She  weeps,  a  mourner  yet. 

Come,  then.  Lord  Jesus,  come  I 

Saint  after  saint  on  earth 

Has  lived,  and  loved,  and  died  ; 
And  as  they  left  us  one  by  one. 

We  laid  them  side  by  side  ; 
We  laid  them  down  to  sleep. 

But  not  in  hope  forlorn, 
We  laid  them  but  to  ripen  there, 

Till  the  last  glorious  morn. 

Come,  then.  Lord  Jesus,  come  ! 

The  serpent's  brood  increase, 

The  powers  of  hell  grow  bold. 
The  conflict  thickens,  faith  is  low. 

And  love  is  waxing  cold. 
How  long,  O  Lord  our  God, 

Holy  and  true  and  good, 
Wilt  Thou  not  judge  Thy  suffering  Church, 

Her  sighs  and  tears  and  blood  ? 

Come,  then,  Lord  Jesus,  come  ! 


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We  long  to  hear  Thy  voice, 

To  see  Thee  face  to  face, 
To  share  Thy  crown  and  glory  then, 

As  now  we  share  Thy  grace. 
Should  not  the  loving  bride 

The  absent  bridegroom  mourn  ? 
Should  she  not  wear  the  weeds  of  grief 

Until  her  Lord  return  ? 

Come,  then.  Lord  Jesus,  come  ! 

The  whole  creation  groans, 

And  waits  to  hear  that  voice. 
That  shall  restore  her  comeliness, 

And  make  her  wastes  rejoice. 
Come,  Lord,  and  wipe  away 

The  curse,  the  sin,  the  stain, 
And  make  this  blighted  world  of  ours 

Thine  own  fair  world  again. 

Come,  then,  Lord  Jesus,  come  ! 


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!0  they  still  linger, — these  slow-tread- 
ing ages  ? 
How  long  must  we  still  bear  their 
cold  delay  ! 
Streak  after  streak  the  glowing  dawn  presages ; 
And  yet  it  breaks  not, — the  expected  day  ! 


HOW  LONG? 


Each  tossing  year,  with  prophet-lip  hath 
spoken, 
^'  Prepare  your  praises — earth,  awake  and 
sing!" 
And  yet  yon  dome  of  blue  remains  unbroken  ; 
No  tidings  yet  of  the  descending  King  ! 

Darkness  still  darkens ;  nearer  now  and  nearer 
The  lightnings  gleam ;  the  sea's  scorched 
billows  moan ; 
And  the  sere  leaf  of  earth  is  growing  serer, 
Creation  droops,  and  heaves  a  bitterer 
groan. 

O  storm  and  earthquake,  wind  and  warring 
thunder, 
Your  hour  is  coming  !    One  wild  outburst 
more, 
One  other  day  of  war,  and  wreck,  and  plunder; 
And  then  your  desolating  reign  is  o'er. 

These  plains  are  not  your  battle-field  for  ever  ; 
That  glassy  deep  was  never  made  for  you  ; 
These  mountains  were  not  built  for  you  to 
shiver  ; 
These  buds  are  not  for  your  rude  hands  to 
strew. 

Flee  and  give  back  to  earth  its  verdant  gladness. 
The  early  freshness  of  its  unsoiled  dew ; 

Take  hence  your  sackcloth,  with  its  stormy 
sadness ; 
And  let  these  wrinkled  skies  their  youth 


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HOW  LONG? 


Give  back  that  day  of  days,  the  seventh  and 
fairest, 

When,  like  a  gem  new-set,  earth  flung  afar 
Her  glory,  of  creation's  gems  the  rarest, 

Sparkling  in  beauty  to  each  kindred  star. 

Come  back,  thou  holy  love,  so  rudely  banished. 
When  evil  came,  and  hate,  and  fear,  and 
wrong ; 
Return,  thou  joyous  light,  so  quickly  vanished  ; 
Revive,  thou  life  that  death  hath  quenched 
so  long ! 

Re-fix,  re-knit  the  chain  so  harshly  broken. 
That  bound  this  lower  orb  to  yon  bright 
heaven ; 
Hang  out  on  high  the  ever-golden  token, 
That  tells  of  earth  renewed  and  man  for- 
given. 

Withdraw  the  veil  that  has  for  ages  hidden 
That  upper  kingdom  from  this  nether 
sphere. 

Renew  the  fellowship  so  long  forbidden ; 
O  God,  Thyself  take  up  Thy  dwelling  here ! 


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A   LITTLE   WHILE.     7^ 

EYOND  the  smiling  and  the  weeping 
I  shall  be  soon  ; 
^^g    Beyond  the  waking  and  the  sleeping, 
Beyond  the  sowing  and  the  reaping, 
I  shall  be  soon. 
Love,  rest,  and  home  ! 
Sweet  hope ! 
Lord,  tarry  not,  but  come. 

Beyond  the  blooming  and  the  fading 

I  shall  be  soon. 
Beyond  the  shining  and  the  shading, 
Beyond  the  hoping  and  the  dreading, 
I  shall  be  soon. 
Love,  rest,  and  home  ! 
Sweet  hope  ! 
Lord,  tarry  not,  but  come. 

Beyond  the  rising  and  the  setting 

I  shall  be  soon  ; 

Beyond  the  calming  and  the  fretting. 

Beyond  remembering  and  forgetting, 

I  shall  be  soon ; 

Love,  rest,  and  home  ! 

Sw^et  hope ! 

Lord,  tarry  not,  but  come. 

Beyond  the  gathering  and  the  strowing 

I  shall  be  soon  ; 
Beyond  the  ebbing  and  the  flowing, 


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Beyond  the  coming  and  the  going, 
I  shall  be  soon. 
Love,  rest,  and  home  ! 
Sweet  hope  ! 
Lord,  tarry  not,  but  come. 

Beyond  the  parting  and  the  meeting 

I  shall  be  soon  ; 
Beyond  the  farewell  and  the  greeting, 
Beyond  this  pulse's  fever-beating, 
I  shall  be  soon. 
Love,  rest,  and  home  ! 
Sweet  hope  ! 
Lord,  tarry  not,  but  come. 

Beyond  the  frost-chain  and  the  fever 

I  shall  be  soon  ; 
Beyond  the  rock-waste  and  the  river. 
Beyond  the  ever  and  the  never, 
I  shall  be  soon. 
Love,  rest,  and  home  ! 
Sweet  hope  I 
Lord,  tarry  not,  but  come. 


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NOT   VERY    FAR. 


^URELY,  yon  heaven,  where  angels 
see  God's  face, 
5jL5rs>/^  Is  not  so  distant  as  we  deem 
From  this  low  earth?   'Tis  but  a  little  space, 
The  narrow  crossing  of  a  slender  stream  ; 
'Tis  but  a  veil,  which  winds  might  blow  aside  : 
Yes,  these  are  all  that  us  of  earth  divide. 
From  the  bright  dwelling  of  the  glorified. 
The  Land  of  which  I  dream  ! 


These  peaks  are  nearer  heaven  than  earth 
below, 

These  hills  are  higher  than  they  seem  ; 
'Tis  not  the  clouds  they  touch,  nor  the  soft 
brow 

Of  the  o'er-bending  azure  as  we  deem. 
'Tis  the  blue  floor  of  heaven  that  they  upbear  ; 
And  like  some  old  and  wildly  rugged  stair, 
They  lift  us  to  the  land  where  all  is  fair, 

The  Land  of  which  I  dream  ! 


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These  ocean  waves,  in  their  unmeasured  sweep, 

Are  brighter,  bluer  than  they  seem ; 
True  image  here  of  the  celestial  deep. 

Fed    from   the   fulness    of   the    unfailing 
stream, — 
Heaven's  glassy  sea  of  everlasting  rest. 
With  not  a  breath  to  stir  its  silent  breast. 
The  sea  that  laves  the  land  where  all  are  blest, 
The  Land  of  which  I  dream  ! 


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And  these  keen  stars,  the  bridal  gems  of  Night, 
Are  purer,  lovelier  than  they  seem ; 

Filled  from  the  inner  fountain  of  deep  light, 
They  pour  do\Mi  heaven's  own  beam  ; 

Clear-speaking  from  their  throne  of  glorious 
blue, 

In  accents  ever  ancient,  ever  new, 

Of  the  glad  home  above,  beyond  our  view. 
The  Land  of  which  I  dream  ! 


This  life  of  ours,  these  lingering  years  of  earth, 
Are  briefer,  swifter  than  they  seem  ; 

A  little  while,  and  the  great  second  birth 
Of  time  shall  come,  the  prophet's  ancient 
theme  ! 

Then  He,  the  King,  the  Judge  at  length  shall 
come, 

And  for  this  desert,  where  we  sadly  roam. 

Shall  give  the  kingdom  for  our  endless  home. 
The  Land  of  which  I  dream  ! 


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THE   EVERLASTING    MEMORIAL. 


P  and  away,  like  the  dew  of  the  morn- 
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Soaring  from  earth  to  its  home  in  the 


So  let  me  steal  away,  gently  and  lovingly, 
Only  remembered  by  what  I  have  done. 

My  name  and  my  place  and  my  tomb,  all 
forgotten. 

The  brief  race  of  time  well  and  patiently  run, 
So  let  me  pass  away,  peacefully,  silently. 

Only  remembered  by  what  I  have  done. 

Gladly  away  from  this  toil  would  I  hasten, 
Up  to  the  crown  that  for  me  has  been  won  ; 

Unthought  of  by  man  in  rewards  or  in  praises, — 
Only  remembered  by  what  I  have  done. 

Up  and  away,  like  the  odours  of  sunset. 
That  sweeten  the  twilight  as  darkness  comes 
on  ; 

So  be  my  life, — a  thing  felt  but  not  noticed. 
And  I  but  remembered  by  what  I  have  done. 

Yes,  like  the  fragrance  that  wanders  in  fresh- 
ness, 
When  the  flowers  that  it  came  from  are 
closed  up  and  gone, 
So  would  I  be  to  this  world's  weary  dwellers, 
Only  remembered  by  what  I  have  done. 


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THE  EVERLASTING   MEMOEIAL. 

Needs  there  the  praise  of  the  love-written 
record, 
The  name  and  the  epitaph  graved  on  the 
stone  ? 
The  things  we  have  lived  for, — let  them  be  our 
story, 
We  ourselves  but  remembered  by  what  we 
have  done. 

I  need  not  be  missed,  if  my  life  has  been  bearing 
(As  its  summer  and  autumn  moved  silently 
on) 
The  bloom,  and  the  fruit,  and  the  seed  of  its 
season  ; 
I  shall  still  be  remembered  by  what  I  have 
done. 

I  need  not  be  missed,  if  another  succeed  me, 

To  reap  down  those  fields  which  in  spring  I 

have  sown ; 

He  who  ploughed  and  who  sowed  is  not  missed 

by  the  reaper. 

He  isonlyrememberedbywhathehasdone. 

Not  myself,  but  the  truth  that  in  life  I  have 
spoken. 
Not  myself,  but  the  seed  that  in  life  I  have 
sown. 
Shall  pass  on  to  ages  ;  all  about  me  forgotten. 
Save  the  truth  I  have  spoken,  the  things  I 
have  done. 


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OUE    OSE  LIFE. 


So  let  my  living  be,  so  be  my  dying  ; 

So  let  my  name  lie,  unblazoned,  unknown  ; 
UnjDraised  and  unmissed,  I  shall  still  be  re- 
membered; 

Yes, — but  remembered  by  what  I  have  done. 


OUR  ONE  LIFE. 


/jS^-:iiIS  not  for  man  to  trifle  !    Life  is  brief, 

5^;^,^^  And  Sin  IS  here. 

^^^tf  Our  age  is  but  the  falling  of  a  leaf, 

A  dropping  tear. 
We  have  no  time  to  sport  away  the  hours, 
All  must  be  earnest  in  a  world  like  ours. 

Not  many  lives,  but  only  one  have  we. 

One,  only  one  ; 
How  sacred  should  that  one  life  ever  be. 

That  narrow^  span  I 
Day  after  day  filled  up  with  blessed  toil. 
Hour  after  hour  still  bringing  in  new  spoil. 

Our  being  is  no  shadow  of  thin  air, 

No  vacant  dream. 
No  fable  of  the  things  that  never  w  ere. 

But  only  seen. 
'Tis  full  of  meaning  as  of  mystery, 
Though  strange  and  solemn  may  that  meaning 
be. 


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THE   CONSOLATION. 


Our  sorrows  are  no  phantom  of  the  night, 

No  idle  tale  ; 
No  cloud  that  floats  along  a  sky  of  light, 

On  summer  gale. 
They  are  the  true  realities  of  earth, 
Friends  and  companions  even  from  our  birth. 

O  life  below, — how  brief,  and  poor,  and  sad  ! 

One  heavy  sigh. 
O  life  above, — how  long,  how  fair,  and  glad  ! 

An  endless  joy. 
Oh,  to  be  done  with  daily  dying  here  ; 
Oh,  to  begin  the  living  in  yon  sphere  ! 

O  day  of  time,  how  dark  !  O  sky  and  earth, 

How  dull  your  hue  ; 
O  day  of  Christ,  how  bright !  O  sky  and  earth. 

Made  fair  and  new  ! 
Come,  better  Eden,  with  thy  fresher  green  -, 
Come,  brighter  Salem,  gladden  all  the  scene  ! 


THE   CONSOLATION. 

(^^^^]HE  storm  has  broken,  and  the  heaw 

^^^^  That  stifled  morn's  free  breath  and 

shook  its  dew. 
Is  dying  into  sunshine ;  and  the  last 

Cold  cloud  has  vanished  from  yon  arch  of 
blue. 


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I  know  it  is  but  for  a  day ;  the  war 

Must  soon  be  waged  again  'twixt  earth  and 
heaven ; 

Another  tempest  will  arise  to  mar 

The  tranquil  beauty  of  the  fragrant  even. 

And  yet  I  joy,  as  storm  on  storm  awakes ; 

Not  that  I  love  the  uproar  or  the  gloom ; 
But  in  each  tempest  over  earth  that  breaks, 

I  count  one  fewer  outburst  yet  to  come. 

No  groan  creation  heaves  is  heaved  in  vain, 
Nor  e'er  shall  be  repeated  ;  it  is  done. 

Once  heaved  it  never  shall  be  heaved  again ; 
Earth's  pangs  and  throes  are  lessening  one 
by  one. 

So  falls  the  stroke  of  sorrow,  and  so  springs 
Strange  joy  and  comfort  from  the  very  grief, 

Even  to  the  w^eariest  sufferer  ;   so  brings 
Each  heavy  burden  still  its  own  relief. 

One  cross  the  less  remains  for  me  to  bear ; 

Already  borne  is  that  of  yesterday ; 
That  of  to-day  shall  no  to-morrow  share  ; 

To-morrow's  with  itself,  shall  pass  away. 

That  which  is  added  to  the  troubled  past 
Is  taken  from  the  future,  whose  sad  store 

Grows  less  and  less  each  day,  till  soon  the  last 
Dull  wave  of  woe  shall  break  uponour  shore. 


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THE  NIGHT  AND   THE  MORNING. 

The  storm  that  yesterday  ploughed  up  the  sea 
Is  buried  now  beneath  its  level  blue  ; 

One  storm  the  fewer  now  remains  for  me, 
Ere  sky  and  earth  are  made  for  ever  new. 


THE   NIGHT   AND   THE    MORNING. 


0  dream  a  troubled  dream,  and  then 

awaken 
To  the  soft  gladness  of  a  summer  sky; 
To  dream  ourselves  alone,  unloved,  forsaken. 
And  then  to  wake  'mid  smiles,  and  love,  and 

To  look  at  evening  on  the  storm's  rude  motion, 
The  cloudy  tumult  of  the  fretted  deep  ; 

And  then  at  day-burst  upon  that  same  ocean. 
Soothed  to  the  stillness  of  its  stillest 
sleep, — 

So  runs  our  course,  so  tells  the  church  her 
story. 
So  to  the  end  shall  it  be  ever  told ; 
Brief  shame  on  earth,  but  after  shame  the 
glory. 
That  wanes  not,  dims  not,  never  waxes  old. 


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Lord  Jesus,  come,  and  end  this  troubled 
dreaming  ! 
Dark  shadows,  vanish ;  rosy  twilight,  break ! 
Morn  of  the  true  and  real,  burst  forth,  calm 
beaming, 
Day  of  the  beautiful,  arise,  awake  ! 


DAY-SPRING. 

HE  loving  morn  is  springing 

From  night's  unloving  gloom  ; 
And  earth  seems  now  arising 
In  beauty  from  the  tomb. 

See  daylight  far  above  us, 

Tingeing  each  cloudy  wreath. 

Ere  it  showers  itself  in  splendour 
Upon  the  plain  beneath. 

'Tis  sparkling  on  the  mountain-peak, 
'Tis  hurrying  down  the  vale, 

'Tis  bursting  through  the  forest-boughs, 
'Tis  freshening  in  the  gale. 

'Tis  mingling  with  the  river's  smile, 

'Tis  glistening  in  the  dew. 
Tis  flinging  far  its  silver  net. 

O'er  ocean's  braided  blue. 


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'Tis  blushing  o'er  the  meadow's  gold, 

'Tis  alighting  on  the  flower, 
Unfolding  every  gentle  bud 

To  the  gladness  of  the  hour, 

'Tis  gilding  the  old  ruin's  moss, 
'Tis  gleaming  from  the  spire ; 

And  through  the  crumbling  window -shafts 
It  shoots  its  living  fire. 

'Tis  quivering  in  the  village-smoke, 

That  curls  the  low  roof  o'er  ; 
It  beats  against  the  castle  gate, 

And  at  the  cottage  door. 

O'er  the  church-yard  it  is  resting, 
On  stone,  and  grass,  and  mould ; 

Giving  voice  to  each  grey  tombstone. 
As  to  Memnon's  harp  of  old. 

O  the  gay  burst  of  beauty 

That  is  flushing  over  earth. 
And  calling  forth  its  millions 

To  holy  morning  mirth  ! 

Yet  look  we  for  a  sunrise 

More  beautiful  than  this  ; 
And  watch  we  for  a  dawning 

Of  purer  light  and  bliss. 

When  a  far  fairer  morning 

O'er  greener  hills  shall  rise. 
And  a  far  fresher  sunlight 

Look  down  from  bluer  skies. 


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DUST  TO   BUST. 


Is  not  creation  weary  ? 

Has  sin  not  reigned  too  long  ? 
Hear,  Lord,  Thy  Church's  pleading, 

Come,  end  her  day  of  wrong  ! 


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DUST  TO   DUST, 

UST,  receive  thy  kindred  ! 
Earth,  take  now  thine  own  ! 
To  thee  this  trust  is  rendered. 
In  thee  this  seed  is  sown. 

Guard  the  precious  treasure. 

Ever-faithful  tomb ! 
Keep  it  all  unrifled. 

Till  the  Master  come. 

Time's  tide  of  change  and  uproar 

Breaks  above  thy  head  ; 
Feet  of  restless  millions 

O'er  thy  chambers  tread. 

Earthquakes,  whirlwinds,  tempests, 
Tear  the  quivering  ground  ; 

Voices,  trumpets,  thunders. 
Fill  the  air  around. 


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DUST  TO   DUST. 


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Roar  of  raging  battle  ; 

Shout,  and  shriek,  and  wail. 
Startle  even  the  bravest, 

Turn  the  fresh  cheek  pale. 

Torrent  rolled  on  torrent, 
Bursts  o'er  bank  and  bar  ; 

Sweeping  down  our  valleys. 
Swells  the  rising  war. 

Billow  meeting  billow, 

Beats  the  shattered  strand, 

Rousing  ocean-echoes. 
Shaking  sea  and  land. 

But  these  sounds  of  terror 
Pierce  not  this  low  tomb  ; 

Nor  break  the  happy  slumbers 
Of  this  quiet  home. 

Couch  of  the  tranquil  slumber 
For  the  weary  brow  ; 

Rest  of  the  faint  and  toiling, 
Take  this  loved  one  now. 

Turf  of  the  shaded  churchyard, 

Warder  of  the  clay, 
Watch  the  toil-worn  sleeper. 

Till  the  awaking  day. 

Watch  the  well-loved  sleeper, 
Guard  that  placid  form, 

Fold  around  it  gently, 
Shield  it  from  alarm. 


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ARISE  AND   DEPART. 


Clasp  it  kindly,  fondly, 
To  cherish,  not  destroy ; 

Clasp  it  as  the  mother 
Clasps  her  nestling  joy. 

Guard  the  precious  treasure, 
Ever  faithful  tomb  ; 

Keep  it  all  unrifled 
Till  the  Master  come. 


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ARISE   AND    DEPART. 

^^^RETHREN,  arise, 

M  ^M     Let  us  go  hence  ! 

W^^^         Defiled,  polluted  thus. 
This  is  no  home  for  us ; 
Till  earth  is  purified. 
We  may  not  here  abide. 
We  were  not  bom  for  earth  ; 
The  city  of  our  birth. 
The  better  paradise, 
Is  far  above  these  skies. 
Upward  then  let  us  soar. 
Cleaving  to  dust  no  more  ! 

Brethren,  arise. 
Let  us  go  hence  ! 

Death  and  the  grave  are  here, 
The  sick-bed  and  the  bier. 


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ARISE  AND   DEPART. 


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The  children  of  the  tomb 
May  love  this  kindred  gloom 
But  we,  the  deathless  band. 
Must  seek  the  deathless  land. 
The  mortal  here  may  rove, 
The  immortal  dwell  above. 
Here  we  can  only  die, 
Let  us  ascend  on  high. 


Brethren,  arise. 
Let  us  go  hence  ! 

For  we  are  weary  here. 
The  ever-falling  tear. 
The  ever-swelling  sigh. 
The  sorrow  ever  nigh. 
The  sin  still  flowing  on, 
Creation's  ceaseless  groan, 
The  tumult  near  and  far, 
The  universal  war. 
The  sounds  that  never  cease, 
These  are  our  weariness  ! 


Brethren,  arise. 
Let  us  go  hence  ! 

This  is  not  our  abode  ; 
Too  far,  too  far  from  God  ! 
The  angels  dwell  not  here  ; 
There  falls  not  on  the  ear 
The  everlasting  song. 
From  the  celestial  throng. 
'Tis  discord  here  alone. 
Earth's  melody  is  gone  ; 


ARISE  AND   DEPART. 


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Her  harp  lies  broken  now, 
Her  praise  has  ceased  to  flow  ! 

Brethren,  arise, 
Let  us  go  hence  ! 

The  New  Jerusalem, 
Like  a  resplendent  gem, 
Sends  down  its  heavenly  light. 
Attracting  our  dull  sight. 
I  see  the  bright  ones  wait 
At  each  fair  pearly  gate  ; 
I  hear  their  voices  call ; 
I  see  the  jasper  v/all, 
The  clear  translucent  gold, 
The  glory  all  untold  I 

Brethren,  arise, 
Let  us  go  hence  ! 

What  are  earth's  joys  and  gems. 
What  are  its  diadems  ? 
Our  crowns  are  waiting  us 
Within  our  Father's  house. 
Our  friends  above  the  sides 
Are  bidding  us  arise  ; 
Our  Lord,  he  calls  away 
To  scenes  of  sweeter  day 
Than  this  sad  earth  can  know. 
Let  us  arise  and  go  ! 


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AST  all  pain  for  ever, 

Done  with  sickness  now  ; 
\;^    Let  me  close  thine  eyes,  mother, 
Let  me  smooth  thy  brow. 
Rest  and  health  and  gladness  ; 

These  thy  portion  now  ; 
Let  me  press  thy  hand,  mother. 
Let  me  kiss  thy  brow. 

Eyes  that  shall  never  w^eep : 

Life's  tears  all  shed, 

Its  farewells  said, — 
These  shall  be  thine  ! 

All  well  with  thee  ; 
Oh,  would  that  they  were  mine  ! 

A  brow  without  a  shade  ; 

Each  wrinkle  smoothed, 

Each  throbbing  soothed, 
That  shall  be  thine  ! 

All  well  with  thee  ; 
Oh,  would  that  it  were  mine  ! 

A  tongue  that  stammers  net 

In  tuneful  praise, 

Through  endless  days. 
That  shall  be  thine  ! 

All  well  with  thee  ; 
Oh,  would  that  it  were  mine  ! 


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NEWLY  FALLEN  ASLEEP, 

A  voice  that  trembles  not ; 

All  quivering  past ; 

Death's  sigh  the  last ; 
That  shall  be  thine  ! 

All  w^ell  with  thee  ; 
Oh,  would  that  it  were  mine  ! 

Limbs  that  shall  never  tire, 

Nor  ask  to  rest, 

In  service  blest  ; 
These  shall  be  thine  ! 

All  well  with  thee  ; 
Oh,  would  that  they  were  mine  ! 

A  frame  that  cannot  ache ; 

Earth's  labours  done. 

Life's  battle  won ; 
That  shall  be  thine  ! 

All  well  with  thee  ; 
Oh,  would  that  it  were  mine  ! 

A  heart  that  flutters  not ; 

No  timid  throb, 

No  quick-breathed  sob  ; 
That  shall  be  thine  ! 

All  well  with  thee  ; 
Oh,  would  that  it  were  mine  ! 

A  will  that  swerveth  not. 

At  frown  or  smile. 

At  threat  or  wile  : 
That  shall  be  thine  ! 

All  well  with  thee  ; 
Oh,  would  that  it  were  mine  ! 


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NEWLY  FALLEN  ASLEEP. 

A  soul  Still  upward  bent 
On  higher  flight, 
With  wing  of  light ; 

That  shall  be  thine  ! 

All  well  with  thee  ; 

Oh,  would  that  it  were  mine  ! 

Hours  without  fret  or  care  ; 
The  race  well  run, 
The  prize  well  won  ; 

These  shall  be  thine  ! 
All  well  with  thee  ; 

Oh,  would  that  they  were  mine  ! 

Days  without  toil  or  grief; 
Time's  burdens  borne. 
With  strength  well-worn ; 

These  shall  be  thine  ! 
All  well  with  thee  ; 

Oh,  would  that  they  were  mine  ! 

Rest  without  broken  dreams, 

Or  wakeful  fears, 

Or  hidden  tears  ; 
That  shall  be  thine  ! 

All  well  with  thee  ; 
Oh,  would  that  it  were  mine  ! 

Life  that  shall  fear  no  death ; 

God's  life  above. 

Of  light  and  love  ; 
That  shall  be  thine ! 

All  well  with  thee  ; 
Oh,  would  that  it  were  mine  ! 


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The  slumbering  just ; 

That  shall  be  thine  ! 

All  well  with  thee  ;  '■ -"^ 

Oh,  would  that  it  were  mine'l 


THE    FLESH   RESTING    IN    HOPE. 


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The  grave  is  mine  house :  I  have  made  my  bed  in 
the  darkness  .  .  .  tlie  clods  of  the  valley  shall  be  sweet 
unto  him. — Job  xvii.  13,  xxi.  33. 

§IE  down,  frail  body,  here. 
Earth  has  no  fairer  bed, 
'^j^^^.  No  gentler  pillow  to  afford  ; 
Come,  rest  thy  home-sick  head. 

Lie  down,  "  vile  body,"*  here, 
This  mould  is  smoothly  strown, 

No  couch  of  flowers  more  softly  spread ; 
Come,  make  this  grave  thine  own. 

Lie  down  with  all  thy  aches, 

There  is  no  aching  here  ; 
How  soon  shall  all  thy  life-long  ills 

For  ever  disappear. 

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THE  FLESH  BESTING   IN  HOPE. 

Through  these  well-guarded  gates 

No  foe  can  entrance  gain  ; 
No  sickness  wastes,  nor  once  intrudes 

The  memory  of  pain. 

The  tossings  of  the  night, 

The  frettings  of  the  day, 
All  end,  and,  like  a  cloud  of  dawn, 

Melt  from  thy  skies  away. 

Foot-sore  and  worn  thou  art. 

Breathless  with  toil  and  fight, 
Hovv^  welcome  now  the  long-sought  sleep 

Of  this  all-tranquil  night. 

Brief  night  and  quiet  couch 

In  some  star-lighted  room, 
Watched  but  by  one  beloved  eye. 

Whose  light  dispels  all  gloom  ; 

A  sky  without  a  cloud, 

A  sea  without  a  wave, — 
These  are  but  shadows  of  thy  rest 

In  this  thy  peaceful  grave. 

Rest  for  the  toiling  hand. 

Rest  for  the  thought-worn  brow. 

Rest  for  the  weary  way-sore  feet. 
Rest  from  all  labour  now. 

Rest  for  the  fevered  brain, 

Rest  for  the  throbbing  eye  ; 
Through  these  parched  lips  of  thine  no  more. 

Shall  pass  the  moan  or  sigh. 


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FAR   BETTER. 


Soon  shall  the  trump  of  God 
Give  out  the  welcome  sound, 

That  shakes  the  silent  chamber-walls 
And  breaks  the  turf-sealed  ground. 

Ye  dwellers  in  the  dust, 

Awake,  come  forth,  and  sing- ; 

Sharp  has  your  frost  of  winter  been. 
But  bright  shall  be  your  spring. 

'Twas  sown  in  weakness  here  ; 

'Twill  then  be  raised  in  power. 
That  which  was  sown  an  earthly  seed. 

Shall  rise  a  heavenly  flt)wer. 


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W^^S\  SAFE  at  home,  where  the  dark  temp- 
M(^^^  ter  roams  not ; 

^^^^    How  have  I  envied  thy  far  happier  lot ! 
Already  resting  where  the  evil  comes  not ; 
The  tear,  the  toil,  the  woe,  the  sin  forgot. 

O  safe  in  port,  where  the  rough  billow  breaks 
not. 
Where  the  wild  sea-moan  saddens  thee  no 
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Where  the  remorseless  stroke  of  tempest 
shakes  not  ; 
When,  when  shall  I  too  gain  that  tranquil 
shore. 

0  bright,  amid  the  brightness  all  eternal ; 
When  shall  I  breathe  with  thee  the  purer  air. 

Air  of  a  land  whose  clime  is  ever  vernal, 
A  land  without  a  serpent  or  a  snare. 

Away,  above  these  scenes  of  guilt  and  folly. 
Beyond  this  desert's  heat  and  dreariness, 

Safe  in  the  city  of  the  ever-holy, 

Let  me  make  haste  to  join  thy  earlier  bliss. 

Another  battle  fought,  and  oh,  not  lost, — 
Tells  of  the  ending  of  this  fight  and  thrall, 

Another  ridge  of  time's  lone  moorland  crossed, 
Gives  nearer  prospect  of  the  jasper  wall. 

Just  gone  within  the  veil,  where  I  shall  follow. 
Not  far  before  me,  hardly  out  of  sight, — 

1  down  beneath  thee  in  this  cloudy  hollow. 

And  thou  above  me  on  yon  sunny  height. 

Gone  to  begin  a  new  and  happier  story. 
Thy  bitterer  tale  of  earth  now  told  and  done ; 

These  outer  shadows  for  that  inner  glory 
Exchanged  for  ever. — O  thrice  blessed  one ! 

O  freed  from  fetters  of  this  lonesome  prison. 
How  I  shall  greet  thee  in  that  day  of  days 

When  He  who  died,  yea  rather  who  is  risen. 
Shall  these  frail  frames  from  dust  and  dark- 
ness raise. 


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WANDERING   DOWN. 

AM  wandering  down  life's  shady  path, 

Slowly,  slowly,  wandering  down  ; 
I  am  wandering  down  life's  rugged 
path. 
Slowly,  slowly,  wandering  down. 

Morn,  with  its  store  of  buds  and  dew, 

Lies  far  behind  me  now ; 
Mom,  with  its  wealth  of  song  and  light, 

Lies  far  behind  me  now. 

'Tis  the  mellow  flush  of  sunset  now, 
'Tis  the  shadow  and  the  cloud ; 

'Tis  the  dimness  of  the  dying  eve, 
'Tis  the  shadow  and  the  cloud. 

'Tis  the  dreamy  haze  of  twilight  now, 

'Tis  the  hour  of  silent  trust ; 
'Tis  the  solemn  hue  of  fading  skies, 

'Tis  the  time  of  tranquil  trust. 

The  pleasant  heights  of  breezy  life. 
The  pleasant  heights  are  past ; 

The  sunny  slopes  of  buoyant  life, 
The  sunny  slopes  are  past. 

I  shall  rest  in  yon  low  valley  soon. 

There  to  sleep  my  toil  away : 
I  shall  rest  in  yon  sweet  valley  soon. 

There  to  sleep  my  tears  away. 


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WANDERING   DOWN. 


One  little  hour  will  soothe  away 
Time's  months  of  care  and  pain  ; 

One  quiet  hour  will  dream  away 
Time's  years  of  care  and  pain. 

Laid  side  by  side  with  those  I  love, 
How  calm  that  rest  shall  be  ! 

Laid  side  by  side  with  those  I  love, 
How  soft  that  sleep  shall  be  ! 

I  shall  rise  and  put  on  glory 

When  the  great  morn  shall  dawn ; 

I  shall  rise  and  put  on  beauty 

When  the  glad  morn  shall  dawn. 

I  shall  mount  to  yon  fair  city, 
The  dwelling  of  the  blest ; 

I  shall  enter  yon  bright  city, 
The  palace  of  the  blest. 

I  shall  meet  the  many  parted  ones, 

In  that  one  home  of  joy  ; 
Lost  love  for  ever  found  again. 

In  that  dear  home  of  joy. 

We  have  shared  our  earthly  sorrows, 
Each  with  the  other  here  ; 

We  shall  share  our  heavenly  gladness 
Each  with  the  other  there. 

We  have  mingled  tears  together, 
We  shall  mingle  smiles  and  song; 

We  have  mingled  sighs  together, 
We  shall  mingle  smiles  and  song. 


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THE    STRANGER    SEA-BIRD. 


/AR  from  his  breezy  home  of  clifFand 
billow, 
/i)§     Yon  sea-bird  folds  his  wing ; 
Upon  the  tremulous  bough  of  this  stream - 
shading  willow 
He  stays  his  wandering. 

Fanned  by  fresh  leaves,  and  soothed  by  blos- 
soms closing, 

His  lullaby  the  stream, 
A  stranger,  in  bewildered  loneliness  reposing, 

He  dreams  his  ocean-dream  :  — 

His  dream  of  ocean-haunts,  and  ocean-bright- 
ness. 
The  rock,  the  wave,  the  foam, 
The  blue  above,  beneath,  the  sea-cloud's  trail 
of  whiteness. 
His  unforgotten  home. 

And  he  would  fly,  but  cannot,  for  the  shadows 
Of  night  have  barred  his  way  ; 

How  could  he  search  a  path  across  these  woods 
and  meadows 
To  his  far  sea-home's  spray  ? 

Dark  miles  of  thicket,  swamp,  and  moorland 
dreary 
Forbid  his  hopeless  flight  ; 


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THR   STRANGER   SEA-BIRD. 

With  plumage  soiled,  eye  dim,  heart  faint,  and 
wing  all  weary, 
He  waits  for  sun  and  light. 

And  I,  in  this  far  land,  a  timid  stranger, 
Resting  by  Time's  lone  stream. 

Lie  dreaming,  hour  by  hour,  beset  with  night 
and  danger. 
The  Church's  Patmos-dream  : — 


The  dream  of  home  possessed,  and  all  home's 
gladness 
Beyond  these  unknown  hills. 
Of  solace  after  earth's  sore  days  of  stranger- 
sadness, 
Beside  the  eternal  rills. 

Life's  exile  past,  all  told  its  broken  story  ; 

Night,  death,  and  evil  gone  ; 
This  more  than  Egypt-shame  exchanged  for 
Canaan-glory, 

And  the  bright  city  won  ! 

Come  then,  O  Christ !  earth's  Monarch  and 
Redeemer, 
Thy  glorious  Eden  bring, 
Where  I,  even  I,  at  last,  no  more  a  trembling 
dreamer. 
Shall  fold  my  heavy  wing. 


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THE   BLANK. 

^^^^NE  flower  may  fill  another's  place, 
K^Wv  ^Vith  breath  as  sweet,  with  hues  as 
i^^^  glowing : 

One  ripple  in  yon  ocean-space 

Be  lost  amid  another's  flowing. 

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One  star  in  yon  bright  azure  dome 

May  vanish  from  its  sparkling  cluster, 

Unmissed,  unmourned,  and,  in  its  room, 
Some  rival  orb  eclipse  its  lustre. 

But  who  shall  fill  a  brother's  room  ? 

Or  who  shall  soothe  the  bosom's  grieving  ? 
Who  heal  the  heart,  around  his  tomb 

Too  faithfially,  too  fondly  cleaving  ? 

Can  I  supply  youth's  memories  ? 

Or  speak  the  word  in  childhood  spoken  ? 
Can  I  re-knit  the  severed  ties, 

Replace,  retune  the  chord  once  broken  ? 

It  is  not  here,  it  is  not  now. 

That  hearts  are  knit  no  more  to  sever ; 
Grief's  wrinkles  rased  from  cheek  and  brow. 

And  life's  long  blanks  filled  up  for  ever. 


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THE    LITTLE    FLOCK. 

LITTLE  flock  ;  So  calls  He  thee, 

Who  bought  thee  with  His  blood  ; 
A  little  flock, —  disowned  of  men, 
But  owned  and  loved  of  God. 

A  little  flock  !  So  calls  He  thee ; 

Church  of  the  first-born,  hear  ! 
Be  not  ashamed  to  own  the  name  ; 

It  is  no  name  of  fear. 

A  little  flock  !  Yes,  even  so  ; 

A  handful  among  men. 
Such  is  the  purpose  of  thy  God  ; 

So  willeth  He  ;  Amen  ! 

Not  many  rich  or  noble  called. 

Not  many  great  or  wise  ; 
They  whom  God  makes  His  kings  and  priests. 

Are  poor  in  human  eyes. 

Church  of  the  everlasting  God, 

The  Father's  gracious  choice, 
Amid  the  voices  of  this  earth 

How  feeble  is  thy  voice  ; 

Thy  words  amid  the  words  of  earth, 

How  noiseless  and  how  low  ! 
Amid  the  hurrying  crowds  of  time. 

Thy  steps  how  calm  and  slow  ! 


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THE  LITTLE  FLOCK. 


But  'mid  the  wrinkled  brows  of  earth, 

Thy  brow  how  free  from  care  ; 
'Mid  the  flushed  cheeks  of  riot  here, 

Thy  cheek  how  pale  and  fair  ! 

Amid  the  restless  eyes  of  earth, 

How  stedfast  is  thine  eye, 
Fixed  on  the  silent  loveliness, 

Of  the  far  eastern  sky. 

A  little  flock !  'Tis  well,  'tis  well ; 

Such  be  her  lot  and  name  ; 
Through  ages  past  it  has  been  so. 

And  now  'tis  still  the  same. 

But  the  chief  Shepherd  comes  at  length  ; 

Her  feeble  days  are  o'er. 
No  more  a  handful  in  the  earth, 

A  little  flock  no  more. 

No  more  a  lily  among  thorns  ; 

Weary,  and  faint,  and  few. 
But  countless  as  the  stars  of  heaven, 

Or  as  the  early  dew. 

Then  entering  the  eternal  halls. 

In  robes  of  victory. 
That  mighty  multitude  shall  keep 

The  joyous  jubilee. 

Unfading  palms  they  bear  aloft, 

Unfaltering  songs  they  sing ; 
Unending  festival  they  keep. 

In  presence  of  the  King.* 

*  TS)V  ayyiKiov  km  tCjv  ayicov  dti  kopral^ovTUJV. 

Athanasius. 


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THE    SLEEP   OF   THE    BELOVED. 

So  He  giveth  His  beloved  sleep. — Psalm  cxxvii.  2. 

UNLIGHT  has   vanished,   and   the 
weary  earth 
Lies  resting  from  a  long  day's  toil 
and  pain, 

And,  looking  for  a  new  dawn's  early  birth, 
Seeks  strength  in  slumber  for  its  toil  again. 

We  too  would  rest ;  but  ere  we  close  the  eye 
Upon  the  consciousness  of  waking  thought, 

Would  calmly  turn  it  to  yon  star-bright  sky 
And  lift  the  soul  to  Him  who  slumbers  not. 

Above  us  is  Thy  hand,  with  tender  care. 
Distilling  over  us  the  dew  of  sleep : 

Darkness  seems  loaded  with  oblivious  air. 
In  deep  forgetfulness  each  sense  to  steep. 

Thou  hast  provided  midnight's  hour  of  peace. 
Thou  stretchest  over  us  the  wing  of  rest ; 

With  more  than  all  a  parent's  tenderness, 
Foldest  us  sleeping  to  Thy  gentle  breast. 

Grief  flies  away  ;  care  quits  our  easy  couch. 
Till,  wakened  by  Thy  hand,  when  breaks  the 
day, 

Like  the  lone  prophet  by  the  angel's  touch. 
We  rise  to  tread  again  our  pilgrim-way. 


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MINE   AND    THINE. 


God  of  our  life  !  God  of  each  day  and  night, 
Oh,  keep  us  still  till  life's  short  race  is  run. 

Until  there  dawns  the  long,  long  day  of  light, 
That  knows  no  night,  yet  needs  no  star  nor 
sun. 


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MINE   AND   THINE. 

Didicisti  quod  nihil  tui  boni  praecesserat,  et  gratia 
Dei  conversus  es  ad  Deum. — Augustine. 

LL  that  I  was, — my  sin,  my  guilt, 
|w«9     My  death,  was  all  my  own ; 

^SF      ^^^^  ^^^  ^^^^  ^  ^^'  ^  °^^  ^^  Thee, 
My  gracious  God  alone. 

The  evil  of  my  former  state 
Was  mine  and  only  mine  ; 

The  good  in  which  I  now  rejoice 
Is  Thine  and  only  Thine. 

The  darkness  of  my  former  state, 
The  bondage  all  was  mine  ; 

The  light  of  life  in  which  I  walk, 
The  liberty  is  Thine. 

Thy  grace  first  made  me  feel  my  sin, 
It  taught  me  to  believe  ; 

Then,  in  believing  peace  I  found, 
And  now  I  live,  I  live. 


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ABIDE   IN  HIM, 


All  that  I  am,  even  here  on  earth, 

All  that  I  hope  to  be. 
When  Jesus  comes  and  glory  dawns, 

I  owe  it,  Lord,  to  thee. 


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Tecum  volo  vulnerari 
Te  libenter  amplexari 

In  cruce  desidero. — Old  Hymn. 

?LING  to  the  Crucified  ! 

His  death  is  life  to  thee, — 
Life  for  eternity. 
His  pains  thy  pardon  seal ; 
His  stripes  thy  bruises  heal ; 
His  cross  proclaims  thy  peace, 
Bids  every  sorrow  cease. 
His  blood  is  all  to  thee, 

It  purges  thee  from  sin ; 
It  sets  thy  spirit  free, 

It  keeps  thy  conscience  clean. 
Cling  to  the  Crucified  ! 

Cling  to  the  Crucified  ! 

His  is  a  heart  of  love. 
Full  as  the  hearts  above ; 
Its  depths  of  sympathy 
Are  all  awake  for  thee  : 


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THE   SIXBEAnER. 


His  countenance  is  light, 
Even  in  the  darkest  night. 
That  love  shall  never  change. 

That  light  shall  ne'er  grow  dim  ; 
Charge  thou  thy  faithless  heart, 

To  find  its  all  in  Him. 
Cling  to  the  Crucified  I 


THE    SINBEARER. 

He  was  wounded  for  our   transgressions;    He  was 
bruised  for  our  iniquities." — Isa.  liii.  5. 

works,  not  mine,  O  Christ, 
^      Speak  gladness  to  this  heart ; 
^  They  tell  me  all  is  done  : 
They  bid  my  fear  depart. 
To  whom,  save  Thee, 
Who  can  alone 
For  sin  atone. 
Lord,  shall  I  flee  ? 

Thy  pains,  not  mine,  O  Christ, 

Upon  the  shameful  tree. 
Have  paid  the  law's  full  price. 

And  purchased  peace  for  me. 

To  whom,  save  Thee,  &c. 


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THE   SINBEARER. 


Thy  tears,  not  mine,  0  Christ, 
Have  wept  my  guilt  away  ; 

And  turned  this  night  of  mine 
Into  a  blessed  day. 

To  whom,  save  Thee,  &c, 

Thy  bonds,  not  mine,  O  Christ, 

Unbind  me  of  my  chain. 
And  break  my  prison-doors, 

Ne'er  to  be  barred  again. 

To  whom,  save  Thee,  &c. 

Thy  wounds,  not  mine,  O  Christ, 
Can  heal  my  bruised  soul. 

Thy  stripes,  not  mine,  contain 
The  balm  that  makes  me  whole. 
To  whom,  save  Thee,  &:c. 

Thy  blood,  not  mine,  O  Christ, 
Thy  blood  so  freely  spilt. 

Can  blanch  my  blackest  stains. 
And  purge  away  my  guilt. 

To  whom,  save  Thee,  &c. 

Thy  cross,  not  mine,  O  Christ, 
Has  borne  the  awful  load 

Of  sins,  that  none  in  heaven. 
Or  earth  could  bear,  but  God. 

To  whom,  save  Thee,  &c. 

Thy  death,  not  mine,  O  Christ, 
Has  paid  the  ransom  due  ; 

Ten  thousand  deaths  like  mine. 
Would  have  been  all  too  few. 

To  whom,  save  Thee,  &c. 


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THE    SUBSTITUTE. 


Thy  righteousness,  O  Christ, 

Alone  can  cover  me  ; 
No  righteousness  avails. 

Save  that  which  is  of  Thee. 

To  whom,  save  Thee,  &c. 

Thy  righteousness  alone 
Can  clothe  and  beautify ; 

I  wrap  it  round  my  soul ; 
In  this  I'll  live  and  die. 

To  whom,  save  Thee,  &c. 


THE    SUBSTITUTE. 


Jesu,  plene  caritate. 
Manus  tuae  perforatae 

Laxent  mea  crimina ; 
Latus  tuum  lanceatura, 
Caput  spinis  coronatum, 

Hsec  sint  medicamiua. — Old  Hymn. 

^^  LAY  my  sins  on  Jesus, 

The  spotless  Lamb  of  God ; 
He  bears  them  all  and  frees  us 
From  the  accursed  load. 
I  bring  my  guilt  to  Jesus, 

To  wash  my  crimson  stains 
White  in  His  blood  most  precious, 
Till  not  a  spot  remains. 


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THE    SUBSTITUTE. 


I  lay  my  wants  on  Jesus  ; 

All  fulness  dwells  in  Him : 
He  heals  all  my  diseases, 

He  doth  my  soul  redeem. 
I  lay  my  griefs  on  Jesus, 

My  burdens  and  my  cares. 
He  from  them  all  releases, 

He  all  my  sorrows  shares. 

I  rest  my  soul  on  Jesus,  / 

This  weary  soul  of  mine  ;     \ 
His  right  hand  me  embraces, 

I  on  His  breast  recline. 
I  love  the  name  of  Jesus, 

Immanuel,  Christ,  the  Lord  ; 
Like  fragrance  on  the  breezes. 

His  name  abroad  is  poured. 

I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

Meek,  loving,  lowly,  mild. 
I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

The  Father's  holy  child. 
I  long  to  be  with  Jesus, 

Amid  the  heavenly  throng. 
To  sing  with  saints  His  praises. 

To  learn  the  angels'  song. 


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LOST   BUT   FOUND. 


Arte  inira,  miro  consilio, 

Quaerens  ovem  suam  summus  opilio, 

Ut  DOS  revocaret  ab  exilio. —  Old  Hymn. 

WAS  a  wand'ring  sheep, 
I  did  not  love  the  fold  ; 
.^3^2^^  I  did  not  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 
I  would  not  be  controlled. 
I  was  a  wayward  child, 

I  did  not  love  my  home, 
I  did  not  love  my  Father's  voice, 
I  loved  afar  to  roam. 

The  Shepherd  sought  His  sheep, 

The  Father  sought  His  child. 
They  followed  me  o'er  vale  and  hill. 

O'er  deserts  waste  and  wild. 
They  found  me  nigh  to  death, 

Famished,  and  faint,  and  lone  ; 
They  bound  me  with  the  bands  of  love; 

They  saved  the  wandering  one  ! 

They  spoke  in  tender  love. 

They  raised  my  drooping  head ; 
They  gently  closed  my  bleeding  wounds. 

My  fainting  soul  they  fed. 
They  washed  my  filth  away. 

They  made  me  clean  and  fair ; 
They  brought  me  to  my  home  in  peace, — 

The  long-sought  wanderer  ! 


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THE    WORD   MADE    FLESH. 

Jesus  my  Shepherd  is, 

'Twas  He  that  loved  my  soul, 
'Twas  He  that  washed  me  in  His  blood, 

'Twas  He  that  made  me  whole. 
'Twas  He  that  sought  the  lost, 

That  found  the  wandering  sheep, 
'Twas  He  that  brought  me  to  the  fold, 

'Tis  He  that  still  doth  keep. 

I  was  a  wand'ring  sheep, 

I  would  not  be  controlled  : 
But  now  I  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 

I  love,  I  love  the  fold  ! 
I  was  a  wayward  child  ; 

I  once  preferred  to  roam. 
But  now  I  love  my  Father's  voice, 

I  love,  I  love  His  home. 


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THE   WORD    MADE   FLESH. 


Ye  know  the  grace  of  our  Lord  Jesus  Christ,  that 
though  He  was  rich,  yet  for  your  sakes  He  became 
poor,  that  ye  through  His  poverty  might  be  rich. 

2  Cor.  viii.  9. 


HE  Son  of  God  in  mighty  love, 
Came  down  to  Bethlehem  for  me 

Forsook  His  throne  of  light  above. 
An  infant  upon  earth  to  be. 


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In  love,  the  Father's  sinless  child 
Sojourned  at  Nazareth  for  me  ; 

With  sinners  dwelt  the  undefiled, 
The  Holy  One  in  Galilee. 

Jesus,  whom  angel-hosts  adore, 
Became  a  man  of  griefs  for  me ; 

In  love,  though  rich,  becoming  poor, 

That  I,  through  Him,  enriched  might  be. 

Though  Lord  of  all,  above,  below, 

He  went  to  Olivet  for  me  ; 
There  drank  my  cup  of  wrath  and  woe, 

When  bleeding  in  Gethsemane. 

The  ever-blessed  Son  of  God 

Went  up  to  Calvary  for  me  ; 
There  paid  my  debt,  there  bore  my  load, 

In  His  own  body  on  the  tree. 

Jesus,  whose  dwelling  is  the  skies, 
Went  down  into  the  grave  for  me ; 

There  overcame  my  enemies. 
There  won  the  glorious  victory. 

In  love  the  whole  dark  path  He  trod, 

To  consecrate  a  way  for  me  ; 
Each  bitter  footstep  marked  with  blood, 

From  Bethlehem  to  Calvary. 

'Tis  finished  all ;  the  veil  is  rent, 
The  welcome  sure,  the  access  free 

Now  then  we  leave  our  banishment, 
O  Father,  to  return  to  Thee  ! 


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THE   VOICE    FROM   GALILEE. 

Of  His  fulness  have  all  we  received,  and  grace  for 
grace. — Johni.  16. 


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HEARD  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

Come  unto  Me  and  rest ; 
Lay  down,  thou  weary  one,  lay  down 
Thy  head  upon  My  breast. 
I  came  to  Jesus  as  I  was, 

Weary,  and  worn,  and  sad, 

I  found  in  Him  a  resting-place. 

And  He  has  made  me  glad. 

I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

Behold,  I  freely  give 
The  living  water, — thirsty  one. 

Stoop  down,  and  drink,  and  live. 
I  came  to  Jesus  and  I  drank 

Of  that  life-giving  stream  ; 
My  thirst  was  quenched,  my  soul  revived. 

And  now  I  live  in  Him. 

I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

I  am  this  dark  world's  light, 
Look  unto  Me,  thy  mom  shall  rise. 

And  all  thy  day  be  bright. 
I  looked  to  Jesus,  and  I  found 

In  Him,  my  Star,  my  Sun ; 
And  in  that  light  of  life  I'll  walk. 

Till  travelling  days  are  done. 


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A    BETHLEHEM    HYMN. 

Mundum  implens,  in  priEsepio  jacens. — Augustine. 

^'^jE  has  come  !  the  Christ  of  God 
Left  for  us  His  glad  abode  ; 
Stooping  from  His  throne  of  bliss, 
To  this  darksome  wilderness. 

He  has  come  I  the  Prince  of  Peace  ; 
Come  to  bid  our  sorrows  cease  ; 
Come  to  scatter  with  His  light, 
All  the  shadows  of  our  night. 

He  the  Mighty  King  has  come  ! 
Making  this  poor  earth  His  home  ; 
Come  to  bear  our  sin's  sad  load ; 
Son  of  David,  Son  of  God. 

He  has  come,  whose  name  of  grace 
Speaks  deliverance  to  our  race  ; 
Left  for  us  His  g^Iad  abode ; 
Son  of  Mary,  Son  of  God  ! 

Unto  us  a  Child  is  born  ! 
Ne'er  has  earth  beheld  a  morn, 
Among  all  the  morns  of  time. 
Half  so  glorious  in  its  prime. 

Unto  us  a  Son  is  given  ! 
He  has  come  from  God's  own  heaven. 
Bringing  with  Him  from  above, 
Holy  peace  and  holy  love. 


THIS    DO    IN    REMEMBRANCE 
OF   ME. 

I^^I^ERE,  O  my  Lord,  I  see  Thee  face  to 
face  ; 
Here  would  I  touch  andhandle  things 
unseen  ; 
Here  grasp  with  firmerhand  the  eternal  grace, 
And  all  my  weariness  upon  Thee  lean. 

Here  would  I  feed  upon  the  bread  of  God ; 

Here  drink  with  Thee  the  royal  wine  of 
heaven ; 
Here  would  I  lay  aside  each  earthly  load, 

Here  taste  afresh  the  calm  of  sin  forgiven. 

This  is  the  hour  of  banquet  and  of  song, 
This  is  the  heavenly  table  spread  for  me  ; 

Here  let  me  feast,  and,  feasting,  still  prolong 
The  brief  bright  hour  of  fellowship  with 
Thee. 

Too  soon  we  rise  ;  the  symbols  disappear  ; 

The  feast,  though  not  the  love,  is  passed  and 
gone  ; 
The  bread  and  wine  remove,  but  Thou  art  here ; 

Nearer  than  ever ;  still  my  Shield  and  Sun. 

I  have  no  help  but  Thine  ;  nor  do  I  need 
Another  arm  save  Thine  to  lean  upon. 

It  is  enough,  my  Lord,  enough,  indeed ; 
My  strength  is  in  Thy  might,  Thy  might 
alone. 


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THIS  DO  IN  REMEMBRANCE    OF  ME. 

I  have  no  wisdom,  save  in  Him  who  is 

My  v/isdom  and  my  teacher,  both  in  one  ; 

No  wisdom  can  I  lack  while  Thou  art  wise, 
No  teaching  do  I  crave,  save  Thine  alone. 

Mine  is  the  sin,  but  Thine  the  righteousness  ; 

Mine  is  the  guilt,  but  Thine  the  cleansing 

blood  ; 

Here  is  my  robe,  my  refuge,  and  my  peace  ; 

Thy  blood,  Thy  righteousness,  O  Lord  my 

God. 

I  know  that  deadly  evils  compass  me, 

Dark  perils  threaten,  yet  I  would  not  fear, 

Nor  poorly  shrink,  nor  feebly  turn  to  flee ; 
Thou,  O  my  Christ,  art  buckler,  sword,  and 
spear. 

But  see,  the  Pillar-cloud  is  rising  now. 
And  moving  onward  through  the  desert- 
night  ; 

It  beckons,  and  I  follow,  for  I  know 
It  leads  me  to  the  heritage  of  light. 

Feast  after  feast  thus  comes  and  passes  by ; 

Yet  passing,  points  to  the  glad  feast  above, 
Giving  sweet  foretaste  of  the  festal  joy, 

The  Lamb's  great  bridal  feast  of  bliss  and 
love. 


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THE    FEAST. 


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^OVE  strong  as  death,  nay,  stronger, 

^l^^K"       ^^^^  mightier  than  the  grave, 

(jj^^g  Broad  as  the  earth,  and  longer 
Than  ocean's  widest  wave. 

This  is  the  love  that  sought  us, 

This  is  the  love  that  bought  us, 

This  is  the  love  that  brought  us 

To  gladdest  day  from  saddest  night. 
From  deepest  shame  to  glory  bright, 
From  depths  of  death  to  life's  fair  height, 
From  darkness  to  the  joy  of  light : 

This  is  the  love  that  leadeth 
Us  to  His  table  here. 

This  is  the  love  that  spreadeth 
For  us  this  royal  cheer. 


THE  SHADOW  OF  THE  CROSS. 

IPPRESSED  with  noon-day's  scorch- 
ing heat, 
:^c5^     To  yonder  cross  I  flee  ; 

Beneath  its  shelter  take  my  seat ; 
No  shade  like  this  for  me  ! 


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Beneath  that  cross  clear  waters  burst, 
A  fountain  sparkling  free  ; 

And  there  I  quench  my  desert  thirst, 
No  spring  like  this  for  me ! 

A  stranger  here,  I  pitch  my  tent 
Beneath  this  spreading  tree  ; 

Here  shall  my  pilgrim  life  be  spent ; 
No  home  like  this  for  me  ! 

For  burdened  ones  a  resting-place, 

Beside  that  cross  I  see; 
Here  I  cast  off  my  weariness  ; 

No  rest  like  this  for  me  ! 


CHRIST  OUR   PEACE. 

j^^  THOUGHT  upon  my  sins,  and  I  was 
^^i4^i  sad. 

My  soul  was  troubled  sore  and 
filled  with  pain; 
But  then  I  thought  on  Jesus  and  was  glad. 
My  heavy  grief  was  turned  to  joy  again. 

I  thought  upon  the  law,  the  fiery  law. 
Holy,  and  just,  and  good  in  its  decree ; 

I  looked  to  Jesus,  and  in  Him  I  saw 

That  law  fulfilled,  its  curse  endured  for  me. 


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CHRIST   OUR   PEACE. 


I  thought  I  saw  an  angry  frowning  God 
Sitting  as  Judge  upon  the  great  white 
throne  ; 

My  soul  was  overwhelmed;  then  Jesus  shewed 
His  gracious  face,  eind  all  my  dread  was  gone. 

I  saw  my  sad  estate,  condemned  to  die, 
Then  terror  seized  my  heart,  and  dark 
despair ; 

But  when  to  Calvary  I  turned  my  eye, 
I  saw  the  cross,  and  read  forgiveness  there. 

I  saw  that  I  was  lost,  far  gone  astray, 

No  hope  of  safe  return  there  seemed  to  be ; 

But  then  I  heard  that  Jesus  was  the  way, 
A  new  and  living  way  prepared  for  me. 

Then  in  that  way,  so  free,  so  safe,  so  sure. 
Sprinkled  all  o'er  with  reconciling  blood. 

Will  I  abide,  and  never  wander  more. 
Walking  along  in  fellowship  with  God. 


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CHILD'S   MORNING    HYMN. 


He  wakeneth  morning  by  moniiiig;  He  wakeneth 
mine  ear  to  hear. — laa.  1.  4. 


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/^^P^^'^v'HE  morning-,  the  brig-ht  and  the 

I^M^^  beautiful  morning 

^^^^  Is  up,  and  the  sunshine  is  all  on  the 

wing  ; 
With  its  fresh  flush  of  gladness  the  landscape 
adorning, 
A  gladness  which  nothing  but  morning  can 
bring. 
The  earth  is  awaking,  the  sky  and  the  ocean, 
The  river  andforest,  the  mountain  and  plain ; 
The  city  is  stirring  its  living  commotion, 
And  the  pulse  of  the  world  is  reviving  again. 

And  we  too  awake,  for  our  heavenly  Father, 
WTio  soothed  us  so  gently  to  sleep  on  His 
breast, 
And  made  the  soft  stillness  of  evening  to  gather 
Around  us,  now  calls  us  again  from  our  rest. 
But  ere  to  our  labours  and  duties  returning, 
We  hasten  to  give  Him  the  praise  that  is 
meet, 
And  in  solemn  devotion,  the  first  hours  of 
morning. 
Our  freest  and  freshest  we  lay  at  His  feet. 


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CHILD'S   MOP.NING  HYMN. 

Then,  happy  in  heart,  not  a  moment  delaying, 
In  the  breeze  of  the  dawning  so  pleasant 
and  cool. 
No  loitering,  no  lingering,  no  trifling,  no 
playing. 
But  eager  and  active,  we  haste  to  the  school. 
How  sweet  are  its  hours  that  shine  o'er  us  so 
brightly  ; 
How  pleasant  its  lessons,  how  short  seems 
the  day  ; 
Its  hours  are  but  moments,  they  fly  offso  lightly. 
When  we  are  so  busy,  so  cheerful,  and  gay. 

Then  away  to  the  school  in  the  sweet  summer 
morning, 
God's  blessing  upon  us.  His  light  on  our 
road ; 
And  let  all  the  lessons  we  daily  are  learning. 

Be  only  to  bring  us  more  surely  to  God. 
Oh  now,  let  us  haste  to  our  heavenly  Father, 
And  ere  the  fair  skies  of  life's  dawning  be 
dim. 
Let  us  come  with  glad  hearts,  let  us  come 
altogether. 
And  the  morn  of  our  youth  let  us  hallow  to 
Him. 


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TO   M.    L.    B. 

2jO  night  descend  on  thee  ; 
T       O'er  thee  no  shadows  come  ! 
•^  Safe  be  thy  journey  through 
This  vale  of  cloud  and  gloom. 

Daybreak  be  ever  thine  ; 

With  fresh  and  rosy  hours, 
Calm  sunshine  of  the  mom, 

Odours,  and  dews,  and  flowers. 

Light  dwell  in  thee,  and  thou 

Dwell  ever  in  the  light ; 
No  wTinkle  on  thy  brow, 

Thine  eye  still  blue  and  bright. 

One  long  sweet  spring  be  thine. 
With  buds  still  bursting  through  ; 

Fresh  blossoms  every  hour. 
And  verdure  fair  and  new. 

Peace  be  thy  gentle  guest, 

Peace  holy  and  divine, 
God's  blessed  sunlight  still. 

Upon  thy  pathway  shine. 

His  Spirit  fill  thy  soul. 

And  cast  out  every  sin, 
His  own  deep  joy  impart. 

And  make  a  heaven  within. 


THE   INNER  CALM. 


ALM  me,  my  God,  and  keep  me  calm, 

While  these  hot  breezes  blow, 
Be  like  the  night-dew's  cooling  balm 
Upon  earth's  fevered  brow. 

Calm  me,  my  God,  and  keep  me  calm, 

Soft  resting  on  thy  breast. 
Soothe  me  with  holy  hymn  and  psalm. 

And  bid  my  spirit  rest. 

Calm  me,  my  God,  and  keep  me  calm  ; 

Let  Thine  outstretched  wing 
Be  like  the  shade  of  Elim's  palm, 

Beside  her  desert-spring. 

Yes,  keep  me  calm,  though  loud  and  rude 

The  sounds  my  ear  that  greet. 
Calm  in  the  closet's  solitude, 

Calm  in  the  bustling  street. 

Calm  in  the  hour  of  buoyant  health. 

Calm  in  my  hour  of  pain. 
Calm  in  my  poverty  or  wealth. 

Calm  in  my  loss  or  gain. 

Calm  in  the  sufferance  of  wrong, 
Like  Him  who  bore  my  shame. 

Calm  'mid  the  threatening,  taunting  throng. 
Who  hate  Thy  holy  name. 


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SURSUM   CORD  A. 


Calm  when  the  great  world's  news  with  power 

My  listening  spirit  stir ; 
Let  not  the  tidings  of  the  hour 

E'er  find  too  fond  an  ear. 


Calm  as  the  ray  of  sun  or  star 
Which  storms  assail  in  vain  ; 

Moving  unruffled  through  earth's  war, 
The  eternal  calm  to  gain. 


SURSUM   CORDA. 


O  up.  go  up,  my  heart, 
^      Dwell  with  thy  God  above  ; 
For  here  thou  canst  not  rest, 
Nor  here  give  out  thy  love. 


Go  up,  go  up,  my  heart, 
Be  not  a  trifler  here  ; 

Ascend  above  these  clouds, 
Dwell  in  a  higher  sphere. 

Let  not  thy  love  flow  out 

To  things  so  soiled  and  dim 

Go  up  to  heaven  and  God, 
Take  up  thy  love  to  Him. 


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THE  HEAVENLY  SOWING. 

Waste  not  thy  precious  stores 
On  creature-love  below ; 

To  God  that  wealth  belongs, 
On  Him  that  wealth  bestow. 

Go  up,  reluctant  heart, 
Take  up  thy  rest  above  ; 

Arise,  earth-clinging  thoughts. 
Ascend,  my  lingering  love  ! 


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THE  HEAVENLY   SOWING. 

OWER  divine  ! 
Sow  the  good  seed  in  me, 
Seed  for  eternity. 
'Tis  a  rough  barren  soil. 
Yet  by  Thy  care  and  toil, 
Make  it  a  fruitful  field 
An  hundredfold  to  yield. 
Sower  divine. 
Plough  up  this  heart  of  mine  ! 

Sower  divine  ! 

Quit  not  this  wretched  field. 
Till  thou  hast  made  it  yield. 
Sow  thou  by  day  and  night. 
In  darkness  and  in  light. 


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CO  MP  A  XIOXSHIP. 


Stay  not  Thy  hand,  but  sow  ; 

Then  shall  the  harvest  grow. 
Sower  di\ine, 
Sow  deep  this  heart  of  mine  ! 

Sower  divine  ! 

Let  not  this  barren  clay 
Lead  Thee  to  turn  away  ; 
Let  not  my  fruitlessness 
Provoke  Thee  not  to  bless  ; 
Let  not  this  field  be  dry  : 
Refresh  it  from  on  high. 

Sower  divine, 

Water  this  heart  of  mine  ! 


'V^a.- 


COMPANIONSHIP. 

^^JpyhjOT  with  the  light  and  vain, 
-p^^  ^    The  man  of  idle  feet  and  wanton 
i:^^  eyes ; 

Not  with  the  world's  gay,  ever-smiling  train ; 
My  lot  be  with  the  grave  and  wise. 

Not  with  the  trifler  gay, 

To  whom  life  seems  but  sunshine  on  the 
wave. 
Not  with  the  empty  idler  of  the  day ; 

My  lot  be  with  the  wise  and  grave. 


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DISAPPOINTMENT. 


Not  with  the  jesting  fool, 

Who  knows  not  what  to  sober  truth  is  due, 
Whose  words  fly  out  without  or  aim  or  rule  ; 

My  lot  be  with  the  wise  and  true. 

Not  with  the  man  of  dreams, 

In  whose  bright  words  no  truth  nor  wisdom 
lies, 
Dazzling  the  fervent  youth  with  mystic  gleams, 

My  lot  be  with  the  simply  wise. 

With  them  I'd  walk  each  day, 

From  them  time's  solemn  lessons  would  I 
learn  ; 
That  false  from  true,  and  true  from  false  I  may 

Each  hour  more  patiently  discern. 


DISAPPOINTMENT. 

Ecce  mundus  turbat  et  amatur,  quid  si  tranquillus 
esset. — Augustine. 

RUST  not  these  seas  again. 
Though  smooth  and  fair : 
Trust  not  these  waves  again. 
Shipwreck  is  there. 

Trust  not  these  stars  again, 
Though  bright  and  fair  : 

Trust  not  these  skies  again, 
Tempest  is  there. 


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Trust  not  that  breeze  again, 

Gentle  and  fair ; 
Trust  not  these  clouds  again, 

Lightning  is  there. 

Trust  not  that  isle  again, 
Flower-crowned  and  fair ; 

Trust  not  its  rocks  again. 
Earthquake  is  there. 

Trust  not  these  flowers  again, 

Fragrant  and  fair  ; 
Trust  not  that  rose  again, 

Blighting  is  there. 

Trust  not  that  earth  again. 

Verdant  and  fair ; 
Trust  not  its  fields  again, 

Winter  is  there. 

Trust  not  these  hopes  again. 

Sunny  and  fair ; 
Trust  not  that  smile  again. 

Peril  is  there. 

Trust  not  this  world  again. 

Smiling  and  fair ; 
Trust  not  its  sweets  again. 

Wormwood  is  there. 

Trust  not  its  love  again. 

Sparkling  and  fair ; 
Trust  not  its  joy  again, 

Sorrow  is  there. 


THE   TIME   TO   MEET. 


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IS  autumn  now : 

And  as  we  part, 
The  dry  brown  leaf 
Is  rustling  o'er  the  ground ; 
Making  the  sadness  sadder,  and  the  cloud 
Of  the  long  farewell  deeper  in  its  gloom. 

Not  thus  let  us  meet ; 
'Mid  falling  leaves 
And  sere,  frost-stricken  flowers ; 
But  when  the  leaf  is  budding  in  its 

freshness. 
And  the  rich  blossom  putting  forth  its 

gladness. 

Not  thus  let  us  meet ; 
It  is  too  sad ; 

But  when  the  buried  verdure 
Is  coming  up  to  meet  the  joyous  sun. 
When  the  new  spring  looks  round  upon 
the  hills, 
Full  of  youth's  buoyant  promise  and  bright 

song. 
Then  let  us  meet. 

Yes,  when  the  spring-breeze  blows. 
And  the  gay  garden  blooms, 
And  the  wide  forest  waves  with  budding  green. 
And  the  freed  streamlet  warbles  through  the 
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And  the  clear  air  takes  up  the  happy  note 
Of  skylark  singing  to  the  rosy  dawn, 

Then  let  us  meet ; 
And  meeting,  cheer  each  other's  weary  heart 
With  the  dear  hope  of  everlasting  spring-, 
And  the  fair  land  that  spreads  beneath  the 

slopes 
Of  the  eternal  hills, 

Where  nothing  dies; 

Where  nothing  fades; 
But  all  is  without  ending  or  decay, 

The  sky,  the  sun,  the  light. 

The  peace,  the  truth,  the  love. 
And  above  all,  the  joy  ! 


IT   IS   FINISHED. 


^^^^LESSED  be  God,  our  God  ! 
^iF^K"    ^^°  gave  for  us  His  well-beloved 

His  gift  of  gifts,  all  other  gifts  in  one. 
Blessed  be  God,  our  God  ! 

What  will  He  not  bestow? 

Who  freely  gave  this  mighty  gift,unbought. 
Unmerited,  unheeded,  and  unsought. 

What  will  He  not  bestow  ? 


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EVER   NEAR. 

He  spared  not  His  Son  ! 

'Tis  this  that  silences  each  rising  fear, 
'Tisthis  thatbids  the  hard  thought  disappear, 

He  spared  not  His  Son  ! 

Who  shall  condemn  us  now? 

Since  Christ  has  died,  and  ris'n,  and  gone 
above. 

For  us  to  plead  at  the  right  hand  of  love. 
Who  shall  condemn  us  now  ? 

'Tis  God  that  justifies  ! 

Who  shall  recal  the  pardon  or  the  grace. 
Or  who  the  broken  chain  of  guilt  replace  ? 

'Tis  God  that  justifies  ! 

The  victory  is  ours  ! 

For  us  in  might  came  forth  the  Mighty  One, 
For  us  He  fought  the  fight,  the  triumph  won ; 

The  victory  is  ours  ! 


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EVER   NEAR. 


MixU:  CLOSE  my  heavy  eye,— 


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Saviour,  ever  near ! 
I  lift  my  soul  on  high 
Through  the  darkness  drear. 
Be  Thou  my  light,  I  cry, 
Saviour,  ever  dear  ! 

I  feel  Thine  arms  around, 

Saviour,  ever  near ! 
With  Thee  let  me  be  found. 

So  shall  I  never  fear, 
Whatever  ills  abound  ; 

Sa^^our,  ever  dear  ! 

Thine  is  the  day  and  night, 

Saviour,  ever  near  ; 
Thine  is  the  dark  and  light ; 

Be  Thou  my  covert  here  ; 
O  shield  me  with  Thy  might, 

Saviour,  ever  dear ! 

And  when  I  come  to  die, 

Saviour,  ever  near, 
Receive  my  parting  sigh  ; 

And  in  the  hour  of  fear. 
Be  to  my  spirit  nigh. 

Saviour,  ever  dear  I 


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THE  FRIEND. 


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HERE  is  a  star  in  yonder  sky, 

Above  all  stars  it  seems  to  shine, 
'Tis  long  since  first  it  fixed  my  eye. 
And  I  have  learned  to  call  it  mine. 

It  rose  out  of  my  own  blue  sea, 

Then  passed  above  those  mountains  green, 
Moving  along  all  placidly 

As  if  it  loved  to  watch  the  scene. 

Far  up  the  heavens  it  floated  slow. 
Gleaming  across  yon  solemn  tower, 

As  if  it  loved  the  scene  below ; — 
A  willing  lingerer  hour  by  hour. 

It  seemed  to  take  its  place  each  night, 

A  sentinel  to  guard  my  rest. 
An  eye  of  love  and  gentle  light, 

Pouring  sweet  thoughts  into  my  breast. 

In  through  my  lattice  as  I  lay 

Half-soothed  to  sleep,  it  nightly  shone  ; 
And,  as  I  gazed  upon  its  ray, 

I  felt  that  I  was  not  alone. 

What  tears  that  gentle  star  has  dried, 
What  joy  that  sparkling  orb  has  given  ; 

Thoughts  for  this  earth  too  high,  too  wide, 
Dreams  of  its  own  all-radiant  heaven. 


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SUMMER   GLADNESS. 


It  spoke  of  day  beyond  this  night, 
In  the  glad  land  where  all  is  fair ; 

It  pointed  to  the  home  of  light, 
And  bid  me  rest  my  spirit  there. 

It  spoke  of  Him  whose  love  is  light, 

Whose  death  is  life,  whose  cross  is  peace. 

Whose  favour  is  the  star  of  night. 

The  source  and  pledge  of  endless  bliss. 

May  I  not  love  that  star  on  high  ? 

May  not  its  light  the  fairest  seem  ? 
May  I  not  trace  a  loving  eye, 

A  kindly  smile  in  every  beam  ? 


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SUMMER  GLADNESS. 


/HAT  a  world  with  all  its  sorrows  ! 
What  a  scene,  would  it  but  stay  ; 
What  an  earth,  if  all  its  morrows 
Were  as  fair  as  this  "  to-day  ! " 

When  earth's  summer-pulse  is  beating 

With  the  fever-fire  of  June, 
And  the  flowers  fling  up  their  greeting. 

Quivering  to  the  joyous  noon. 


THE  BLANK. 


When  the  streamlet,  smiling  gladly, 

Hurries  calmly,  brightly  by. 
Not  a  voice  around  speaks  sadly. 

Not  a  murmur  nor  a  sigh. 

Sunbeams,  with  their  fond  caresses, 
Smooth  each  rosebud's  velvet  fold. 

Lingering  in  the  glowing  tresses 
Of  yon  rich  laburnum's  gold. 

Nature  all  its  gay  adorning 

Opens  to  the  day's  bright  bliss, 

Like  a  child  at  early  morning, 
Wakened  by  its  mother's  kiss. 

What  a  world  when  all  its  sorrow 

Shall  for  ever  pass  away  ! 
What  an  earth  !  when  each  "  to-morrow 

Shall  be  fairer  than  "  to-day." 


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THE  BLANK. 


^^^^HE  flowers  of  Spring  have  come  and 

^^^gjji      Bright  were  the  blossoms,  brief 

their  stay ; 
They  shone,  and  they  were  shone  upon. 
They  flourished,  faded,  passed  away. 


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So,  hidden  from  our  sorrowing  eyes, 
Our  young,  sweet,  spring-bloom  buried  lies 
One  blast  of  earth  swept  o'er  the  flower, 
It  died,  the  blossom  of  an  hour. 

The  summer-flowers  are  freshly  blowing 

Beneath  glad  July's  genial  mom ; 
Like  smiles  the  face  of  earth  bestrowing, 

For  fragrance  and  for  beauty  bom  ; 
My  summer-flower  has  passed  away  ; 
'Tis  now  a  blank,  where  all  v/as  gay, — 
A  blank,  where  at  each  evening's  close, 
I  hoped  to  watch  my  budding  rose. 

Soon  Autumn,  with  o'erflowing  measure. 
Will  hang,  upon  each  bending  tree, 

The  clusters  of  its  golden  treasure, 
The  life  of  earth's  vast  family. 

Alas,  in  one  disastrous  hour. 

From  my  green  vine  has  fallen  the  flower ; 

A  blighted  hue  its  branches  wear, 

My  autumn-tree  looks  cold  and  bare. 

And  vnnter,  with  its  blast  wide -roaming. 

In  cloud  and  darkness  shall  come  forth  ; 
Beneath  its  grave  of  snow  entombing 

The  varied  verdure  of  the  earth. 
But  my  sweet  blossom  safely  laid, 
Beneath  yon  cloister's  solemn  shade, 
In  gentle  undisturbed  repose. 
Shall  sleep  in  winter's  grave  of  snows. 


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CHOOSE  WELL. 


0  quam  dulce,  quam  jucundum 
Erit  tunc  odisse  mundum  ; 
Et  quam  triste,  quam  amarum 
Mundum  habuisse  carum. 

Old  Hymn. 

DEAD  in  sin ! 
Wilt  thou  still  choose  to  die 
The  death  of  deaths  eternally  ? 
Dost  thou  not  fear  the  gloom 
Of  the  eternal  tomb  ? 


O  dead  to  life  ! 

Wilt  thou  the  life  from  heaven 
Reject?  the  life  so  freely  given; 
Wilt  thou  choose  sin  and  tears 
Through  everlasting  years  ? 

O  dead  to  Christ ! 

Wilt  thou  despise  the  love 

Of  Him  who  stooped  from  joy  above, 

To  shame  on  earth  for  thee, 

That  He  might  set  thee  free  ? 

O  dead  to  God  ! 

Wilt  thou  not  seek  His  face  ? 

Wilt  thou  not  turn  and  own  the  grace  ? 

Wilt  thou  not  take  the  heaven, 

So  freely  to  thee  given  ? 


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'TWAS   I   THAT   DID    IT. 


SEE  the  crowd  in  Pilate's  hall, 

I  mark  their  wrathful  mien  : 
Their  shouts  of  "  Crucify"  appal, 
With  blasphemy  between. 

And  of  that  shouting  multitude 

I  feel  that  I  am  one  ; 
And  in  that  din  of  voices  rude, 

I  recognize  my  own. 

I  see  the  scourges  tear  His  back, 

I  see  the  piercing  crown, 
And  of  that  crowd  who  smite  and  mock, 

I  feel  that  I  am  one. 

Around  yon  cross,  the  throng  I  see. 
Mocking  the  sufferer's  groan, 

Yet  still  my  voice  it  seems  to  be, 
As  if  I  mocked  alone. 

'Twas  I  that  shed  the  sacred  blood, 

I  nailed  Him  to  the  tree, 
I  crucified  the  Christ  of  God, 

I  joined  the  mockery. 

Yet  not  the  less  that  blood  avails. 

To  cleanse  away  my  sin ; 
And  not  the  less  that  cross  prevails 

To  give  me  peace  within. 


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PASSING   THROUGH. 

WALK  as  one  who  knows  that  he  is 
treading 
A  stranger-soil ; 
As  one  round  whom  a  serpent-world  is 
spreading 
Its  subtle  coil. 

I  walk  as  one  but  yesterday  delivered 

From  a  sharp  chain  ; 
Who  trembles  lest  the  bond  so  newly  severed 

Be  bound  again. 

I  walk  as  one  who  feels  that  he  is  breathing 

Ungenial  air ; 
For  whom,  as  wiles,  the  tempter  still  is 
wreathing 

The  bright  and  fair. 

My  steps,  I  know,  are  on  the  plains  of  danger. 

For  sin  is  near  ; 
But,  looking  up,  I  pass  along,  a  stranger. 

In  haste  and  fear. 

This  earth  has  lost  its  power  to  drag  me 
downward  ; 
Its  spell  is  gone  ; 
My  course  is  now  right  upward,  and  right 
onward. 
To  yonder  throne. 


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Hour  after  hour  of  time's  dark  night  is  stealing 

In  gloom  awa}' ; 
Speed  thy  fair  dawn  of  light  andjoy  and  healing, 

Thou  Star  of  day  ! 

For  thee  its  God.  its  King,  the  long-rejected, 

Earth  groans  and  cries ; 
For  thee  the  long-beloved,  the  long-expected, 

Thy  Bride  still  sighs  ! 


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FORWARD. 


^I^|/HALL  this  life  of  mine  be  wasted? 
^^^       Shall  this  vineyard  lie  untilled? 


i^^fe^^  Shall  true  joy  pass  by  untasted. 
And  this  soul  remain  unfilled  ? 

Shall  the  God-given  hours  be  scattered. 
Like  the  leaves  upon  the  plain  ? 

Shall  the  blossoms  die  unwatered 
By  the  drops  of  heavenly  rain  ? 

Shall  I  see  each  fair  sun  waking, 
And  not  feel  it  wakes  for  me  ? 

Each  glad  morning  brightly  breaking, 
And  not  feel  it  breaks  for  me  ? 

Shall  I  see  the  roses  blowing. 
And  not  wish  to  bloom  as  they  ? 

Holy  fragrance  round  me  throwing, 
Luring  others  on  the  way. 


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FORWARD. 


Shall  I  hear  the  free  bird  singing, 
In  the  summer's  stainless  sky, 

Far  aloft  its  glad  flight  winging, 
And  not  seek  to  soar  as  high  ? 

Shall  this  heart  still  spend  its  treasures 
On  the  things  that  fade  aind  die  ? 

Shall  it  court  the  hollow  pleasures 
Of  bewildering  vanity  ? 

Shall  these  lips  of  mine  be  idle  ? 

Shall  I  open  them  in  vain  ? 
Shall  I  not,  with  God's  own  bridle. 

Their  frivolities  restrain  ? 

Shall  these  eyes  of  mine  still  wander  ? 

Or,  no  longer  turned  afar, 
Fix  a  firmer  gaze  and  fonder 

On  the  bright  and  morning  Star? 

Shall  these  feet  of  mine,  delaying. 
Still  in  ways  of  sin  be  found. 

Braving  snares,  and  madly  straying 
On  the  world's  bewitching  ground  ? 

No,  I  was  not  born  to  trifle 
Life  away  in  dreams  or  sin  ! 

No,  I  must  not,  dare  not  stifle 
Longings  such  as  these  within ! 

Swiftly  moving,  upward,  onward. 
Let  my  soul  in  faith  be  borne ; 

Calmly  gazing,  skyward,  sunward. 
Let  my  eye  unshrinking  turn  ! 


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FOLLOW  THOU  ME. 


Where  the  Cross,  God's  love  revealing, 
Sets  the  fettered  spirit  free, 

Where  it  sheds  its  wondrous  healing. 
There,  my  soul,  thy  rest  shall  be. 

Then  no  longer  idly  dreaming 
Shall  I  fling  my  years  away  ; 

But,  each  precious  hour  redeeming, 
Weiit  for  the  eternal  day  ! 


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youth. 
And  give  me  back  my  soul's  keen 
edge  again. 
That  time  has  blunted  !   O,  my  early  truth, — 

Shall  I  not  you  regain  ? 
Ah,  mine  has  been  a  wasted  life  at  best, 
All  unreality  and  long  unrest ; 
Yes,  I  have  lived  in  vciin  ! 

But  now  no  more  in  vain ;  my  soul,  awake, 
Shake  off  the  snare,  untwist  the  fastening 
chain : 

Arise,  go  forth,  the  selfish  slumber  break, 
Thy  idle  dreams  restrain  ! 


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FOLLOW  THOU  ME. 


Still  half  thy  life  before  thee  lies  untrod  ; — 
Live  for  the  endless  living,  live  for  God ; 
I  must  not  live  in  vain! 

My  God!    the  way  is  rough,  and  sad  the 
night, 
And  my  soul  faints  and  breathes  this  weeping 
strain  ; 
And  the  world  hates  me  with  its  bitterest 
spite, — 
For  I  have  left  its  train, 
With  Thee  and  with  Thy  saints  to  cast  my  lot ; 
Ah,  my  dear  Lord,  let  me  not  be  forgot. 
Let  me  not  live  in  vain  ! 

Can  we  not  part  in  silence,  since  for  ever, 
This  world  and  I  ?     From  scorn  and  taunt 
refrain  ? 

Must  it  still  hate  and  wound  ?  still  stir  the  fever 
Of  this  poor  throbbing  brain  ? 

Ah,  yes,  it  must  be  so,  my  God,  my  God  ; 

'Tis  the  true  discipline,  the  needed  rod, 
Else  I  should  live  in  vain  ! 

The  foe  is  strong,  his  venomed  rage  I  dread. 
Yet,  O  my  God,  do  Thou  his  wrath  re- 
strain ; 

Shield  me  in  battle,  soothe  my  aching  head 
In  the  sharp  hour  of  pain  : 

But  more  than  this,  oh,  give  me  toiling  faith. 

Large-hearted  love,  and  zeal  unto  the  death  ; 
Let  me  not  live  in  vain. 


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THE   SHEPHERDS'   PLAIN. 

Restore  to  me  the  freshness  of  m}^  youth, 

And  give  me  back  my  soul's  keen  edge  again : 
Ah,  let  my  spring  return  !  bright  hope  and 
truth 
Shall  I  not  you  regain  ? 
No  wasted  life,  my  God,  shall  mine  now  be, 
Hours,  days,  and  years  filled  up  with  toil  for 
Thee  : 
I  shall  not  live  in  vain ! 


THE   SHEPHERDS'   PLAIN. 


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Dum  servant  ores  invenerunt  Agnum  Dei. 

Jerome. 

?^LESSED  night,  when  first  that  plain 
j^i  Echoed  with  the  joyful  strain, — 
7^^  "  Peace  has  come  to  earth  again." 

Blessed  hills,  that  heard  the  song 
Of  the  glorious  angel-throng. 
Swelling  all  your  slopes  along. 

Happy  shepherds,  on  whose  ear 
Fell  the  tidings  glad  and  dear, 
"  God  to  man  is  drawing  near." 

Happy  shepherds,  on  whose  eye 
Shone  the  glory  from  on  high, 
Of  the  heavenly  Majesty. 


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THE  SHEPHERDS'   PLAIN. 

Happy,  happy  Bethlehem, 
Judah's  least  but  brightest  gem, 
Where  the  rod  from  Jesse's  stem, 

Scion  of  a  princely  race. 

Sprung  in  heaven's  own  perfect  grace, 

Yet  in  feeble  lowliness. 

This,  the  woman's  promised  seed 
Abram's  mighty  son  indeed ; 
Succourer  of  earth's  great  need. 

This  the  victor  in  our  war, 
This  the  glory  seen  afar, 
This  the  light  of  Jacob's  star  ! 

Happy  Judah,  rise  and  own 
Him,  the  heir  of  David's  throne, 
David's  Lord,  and  David's  Son. 

Babe  of  promise,  born  at  last. 

After  weary  ages  past. 

When  our  hopes  were  overcast. 

Babe  of  weakness,  can  it  be. 
That  earth's  last  great  victory 
Is  to  be  achieved  by  Thee  ? 

Child  of  meekness,  can  it  be, 
That  the  proud  rebellious  knee 
Of  this  world  shall  bend  to  Thee  ? 

Child  of  poverty,  art  Thou 

He  to  whom  all  heaven  shall  bow, 

And  all  earth  shall  pay  the  vow  ? 


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THE   SHEPHERDS'   PLAIN. 

Can  that  feeble  head  alone 
Bear  the  weight  of  such  a  crown 
As  belongs  to  David's  Son  ? 

Can  these  helpless  hands  of  Thine 
Wield  a  sceptre  so  divine, 
As  belongs  to  Jesse's  line  ? 

Heir  of  pain  and  toil,  whom  none 
In  this  evil  day  will  own. 
Art  Thou  the  Eternal  One  ? 

Thou,  o'er  whom  the  sword  and  rod 
Wave,  in  haste  to  drink  Thy  blood. 
Aft  Thou  very  Son  of  God  ? 

Thus  revealed  to  shepherds'  eyes. 
Hidden  from  the  great  and  wise, 
Entering  earth  in  lowly  guise, — 

Entering  by  this  narrow  door, 
Laid  upon  this  rocky  floor, 
Placed  in  yonder  manger  poor ! 

We  adore  Thee  as  our  King, 
And  to  Thee  our  song  we  sing ; 
Our  best  ofF'ring  to  Thee  bring. 

Guarded  by  the  shepherds'  rod, 
'Mid  their  flock  Thy  poor  abode. 
Thus  we  own  Thee,  Lamb  of  God  ! 

Lamb  of  God,  Thy  lowly  name, — 
King  of  kings,  we  Thee  proclaim  ; 
Heaven  and  earth  shall  hear  its  fame. 


THE  SHEPHERDS'   PLAIH. 


Bearer  of  our  sins'  sad  load, 
Wielder  of  the  iron  rod, 
Judah's  Lion,  Lamb  of  God  I 

Mighty  King  of  righteousness, 
King  of  glory,  King  of  peace. 
Never  shall  Thy  kingdom  cease  ! 

Thee,  earth's  heir  and  Lord  we  own ; 
Raise  again  its  fallen  throne, 
Take  its  everlasting  crown. 

Blessed  Babe  of  Bethlehem, 

Owner  of  earth's  diadem, 

Claim,  and  wear  the  radiant  gem. 

Scatter  darkness  with  Thy  light. 
End  the  sorrows  of  our  night. 
Speak  the  word,  and  all  is  bright. 

Spoil  the  spoiler  of  the  earth, 
Bring  creation's  second  birth, 
Promised  day  of  song  and  mirth. 

'Tis  Thine  Israel's  voice  that  calls, 
Build  again  Thy  Salem's  walls. 
Dwell  within  her  holy  halls. 

'Tis  Thy  Church's  voice  that  cries. 
Rend  these  long  unrended  skies, 
Bridegroom  of  the  Church,  arise. 

Take  to  Thee  Thy  power,  and  reign, 

Purify  this  earth  again  ; 

Cleanse  it  from  each  curse  and  stain. 


COME,   LORD. 


Sun  of  peace,  no  longer  stay. 
Let  the  shadows  flee  away. 
And  the  long  night  end  in  day. 

Let  the  dayspring  from  on  high, 
That  arose  in  Judah's  sky, 
Cover  earth  eternally. 

Babe  of  Bethlehem,  to  Thee, 
Infant  of  eternity, 
Everlasting  glory  be  ! 


COME,   LORD. 

Senuit  mundus. — Aicgustine. 

^OME,  Lord,  and  tarry  not ; 
^^^       Bring  the  long-looked-for  day  ; 
^^^1  Oh,  why  these  years  of  waiting  here, 
These  ages  of  delay  ? 

Come,  for  Thy  saints  still  wait ; 

Daily  ascends  their  sigh  ; 
The  Spirit  and  the  Bride  say.  Come ; — 

Dost  Thou  not  hear  the  cry  ? 

Come,  for  creation  groans. 

Impatient  of  Thy  stay, 
Worn  out  with  these  long  years  of  ill, 

These  ages  of  delay. 


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COME,   LORD. 


Come,  for  Thy  Israel  pines, 

An  exile  from  Thy  fold  ; 
Oh,  call  to  mind  Thy  faithful  word, 

And  bless  them  as  of  old. 

Come,  for  Thy  foes  are  strong ; 

With  taunting  lip  they  say, 
"  Where  is  the  promised  Advent  now. 

And  where  the  dreaded  day?" 

Come,  for  the  good  are  few ; 

They  lift  the  voice  in  vain ; 
Faith  waxes  fainter  on  the  earth. 

And  love  is  on  the  wane. 

Come,  for  the  truth  is  weak, 

And  error  pours  abroad 
Its  subtle  poison  o'er  the  earth, — 

An  earth  that  hates  her  God. 

Come,  for  love  waxes  cold, 
Its  steps  are  faint  and  slow ; 

Faith  now  is  lost  in  unbelief, 

Hope's  lamp  burns  dim  and  low. 

Come,  for  the  grave  is  full. 

Earth's  tombs  no  more  can  hold, 

The  sated  sepulchres  rebel, 

And  groans  the  heaving  mould. 

Come,  for  the  corn  is  ripe, 

Put  in  Thy  sickle  now. 
Reap  the  great  harvest  of  the  earth  ; 

Sower  and  reaper  Thou  ! 


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THY   WAY,   NOT  MINE. 

Come,  in  Thy  glorious  might, 

Come  with  the  iron  rod, 
Scattering  Thy  foes  before  Thy  face, 

Most  mighty  Son  of  God. 

Come,  spoil  the  strong  man's  house, 
Bind  him  and  cast  him  hence. 

Show  thyself  stronger  than  the  strong. 
Thyself  Omnipotence. 

Come,  and  make  all  things  new. 
Build  up  this  ruined  earth, 

Restore  our  faded  Paradise, 
Creation's  second  birth. 

Come  and  begin  Thy  reign 

Of  everlasting  peace. 
Come,  take  the  kingdom  to  Thyself, 

Great  King  of  Righteousness. 


THY  WAY,  NOT  MINE. 

teY  way,  not  mine,  O  Lord, 
However  dark  it  be  ! 
^  Lead  me  by  Thine  own  hand. 
Choose  out  the  path  for  me. 

Smooth  let  it  be  or  rough. 

It  will  be  still  the  best. 
Winding  or  straight,  it  leads 

Right  onward  to  thy  rest. 


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LINKS. 


I  dare  not  choose  my  lot : 
I  would  not,  if  I  mig-ht ; 

Choose  Thou  for  me,  my  God, 
So  shall  I  walk  aright. 

The  kingdom  that  I  seek 
Is  Thine  ;  so  let  the  way. 

That  leads  to  it  be  Thine, 
Else  I  must  surely  stray. 

Take  Thou  my  cup,  and  it 
With  joy  or  sorrow  fill, 

As  best  to  Thee  may  seem ; 
Choose  Thou  my  good  and  ill. 

Choose  Thou  for  me  my  friends, 
My  sickness  or  my  health. 

Choose  Thou  my  cares  for  me. 
My  poverty  or  wealth. 

Not  mine,  not  mine  the  choice, 
In  things  or  great  or  small ; 

Be  Thou  my  guide,  my  strength, 
My  wisdom  and  my  all. 


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(^^^§RE  there  not  voices  strangely  sweet. 
And  tones  of  music  strangely  dear? 
So  lovingly  the  soul  they  greet, 
So  kindly  steal  they  on  the  ear. 


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We  know  not  why  they  strike  so  deep, 
We  cannot  tell  the  secret  spring 

Within  us,  which  they  wake  from  sleep, 
Nor  how  such  thoughts  their  notes  can  bring. 

We  ask  not  why  nor  how  they  thrill 
So  keenly  through  the  inmost  soul ; 

And  why,  when  ceased,  we  listen  still, 
As  though  they  yet  upon  us  stole. 

We  feel  the  sweetness  of  the  voice ; 

We  love  the  richness  of  the  tone  ; 
It  makes  us  sorrow  or  rejoice. 

Compelling  us  its  power  to  own. 

Are  there  not  words,  too,  strangely  sweet, 
Thoughts,  musings,  memories,  strangely 
dear  ? 

So  lovingly  the  soul  they  greet. 
So  gently  steal  they  on  the  ear  ! 

Common  the  words  may  be  and  weak. 
The  passing  stranger  owns  them  not ; 

To  other  ears  in  vain  they  speak. 
Unknown,  unrelished,  or  forgot- 

Rich  in  old  thoughts,  these  words  appear. 
Part  of  our  being's  mighty  whole  ; 

Linked  with  our  life's  strange  story  here. 
Knit  to  each  feeling  of  our  soul. 

Linked  with  the  scenes  of  days  gone  past. 
With  all  life's  earnest  hopes  and  fears. 

Linked  with  the  smiles  that  did  not  last. 
The  joys  and  griefs  of  faded  years. 


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Linked  with  old  dreams  once  dreamt  in  youth, 
When  dreams  were  gladder,  truer  things. 

When  each  night's  vision  of  bright  truth. 
Lent  to  each  buoyant  day  its  wings. 

Linked  with  the  whisper  of  the  trees, 
WTien  summer-eves  were  fair  and  still ; 

Set  to  the  music  of  the  breeze, 
Or  murmur  of  the  twilight  rill. 

Linked  wdth  some  scene  of  sacred  calm, 

Of  holy  places,  holy  days; 
Linked  with  the  prayer,  the  hymn,  the  psalm, 

The  multitude's  glad  voice  of  praise. 

Linked  with  the  names  of  holy  men, 
Martyr,  or  saint,  or  brother  dear ; 

Some  parted,  ne'er  to  meet  again. 
Some  still  our  fellow-pilgrims  here. 

Linked  with  that  Name  of  names,  the  name 
Of  Him  who  bought  us  with  His  blood ; 

Who  bore  for  us  the  wrath  and  shame. 
The  Virgin's  Son,  the  Christ  of  God. 


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THE   CITY. 

^^^HOU  art  no  child  of  the  city  ! 
§^M^^        Hadstthou  known  it  as  I  have  done, 
^^^^^  Thou  vvould'st  not  have  smiled  with 
pity, 
As  if  joy  were  with  thee  alone  ; 

With  thee  the  unfettered  ranger 
Of  the  forest  and  moorland  free  : 

As  if  gloom  and  toil  and  danger 
Could  alone  in  a  city  be. 

The  smoke,  the  din,  and  the  bustle 

Of  the  city,  I  know  them  well, 
And  I  know  the  gentle  rustle 

Of  the  leaves  in  your  breezy  dell. 

Day's  hurry  and  evening's  riot 

In  the  city,  I  know  them  all ; 
I  know  too  the  loving  quiet 

Of  your  glen  at  the  day's  sweet  fall. 

I  know  too  each  grim  old  alley, 

With  the  blanch'd  ray  flickering  through ; 
I  know  each  sweep  of  your  valley. 

Where  the  rosy  light  dies  in  dew. 

I  know  too  the  stifling  sadness 

Of  the  summer-noon's  sultry  street ; 

I've  breathed  the  air  of  your  gladness. 
Where  the  streams  and  the  breezes  meet. 


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THE    CITY. 


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I  know  the  dun  haunts  of  fever, 

Where  the  blossoms  of  youth  decay ; 

I  know  where  your  free  broad  river 
Sweeps  disease  on  its  breast  away. 

Yet  despite  your  earnest  pity. 

And  despite  its  own  smoke  and  din, 

I  cling  to  yon  crowded  city, 

Though  I  shrink  from  its  woe  and  sin. 

For  I  know  its  boundless  measure, 
Of  the  true,  and  the  good,  and  fair  ; 

Its  vast  and  far-gathered  treasure, 
And  the  wealth  of  soul  that  is  there. 

You  may  smile,  or  sneer,  or  pity, 
You  may  fancy  it  weak  and  strange  ; 

My  eye  to  yon  smoky  city. 

Still  returns  from  its  widest  range. 

My  heart,  in  its  inmost  beatings, 
Ever  lingers  around  its  homes ; 

My  soul  wakes  up  in  its  greetings. 
To  the  gleam  of  its  spires  and  domes. 

You  call  it  life's  weary  common. 

At  the  best  but  an  idle  fair, 
The  market  of  man  and  woman, — 

But  the  choice  of  the  race  are  there. 

The  wonders  of  life  and  gladness, 
All  the  wonders  of  hope  and  fear  ; 

The  wonders  of  death  and  sadness, 
All  the  wonders  of  time  are  there. 


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In  your  lone  lake's  still  face  yonder, 
By  your  rivulet's  bursting  glee, 

Deep  truth  I  may  read  and  ponder, 
Of  the  earth  and  its  mystery. 

There  seems,  in  yon  city's  motion, 

Yet  a  mightier  truth  for  me  ; 
'Tis  the  sound  of  life's  great  ocean, 

'Tis  the  tide  of  the  human  sea. 

O'er  the  fields  of  earth  lie  scattered, 
Noble  fruitage  and  blossoms  rare  ; 

Yon  city  the  store  has  gathered, 
And  the  garner  of  hearts  is  there. 

You  may  prize  the  lonely  lustre 
Of  your  pearl  or  emerald  green ; 

What  is  that  to  the  gorgeous  cluster 
On  the  brow  of  the  crowned  Queen? 

And  the  home  to  which  I'm  hasting, 

Is  not  in  some  silent  glen ; 
The  place  where  my  hopes  are  resting. 

Is  a  city  of  living  men. 

The  crowds  are  there  ;  but  the  sadness 
Is  fled,  with  the  toil  and  pain ; 

Nought  is  heard  but  the  song  of  gladness  ; 
'Tis  the  city  of  holy  men. 

And  wilt  thou  my  sad  fate  pity. 

Wilt  thou  grieve  o'er  my  heavy  doom, 

When  within  that  resplendent  city, 
I  shall  find  my  glorious  home  ? 


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HOW   WE   LEARN. 

REAT  truths  are  dearly  bought.    The 

common  truth, 
Such  as  men  give  and  take  from  day 
to  day, 
Comes  in  the  common  walk  of  easy  life. 
Blown  by  the  careless  wind  across  our  way. 

Bought  in  the  market,  at  the  current  price, 
Bred  of  the  smile,  the  jest,  perchance  the 
bowl; 

It  tells  no  tales  of  daring  or  of  worth. 
Nor  pierces  even  the  surface  of  a  soul. 

Great  truths  are  greatly  won.  Not  found  by 
chance, 

Nor  wafted  on  the  breath  of  summer-dream; 
But  grasped  in  the  great  struggle  of  the  soul. 

Hard  buffeting  with  adverse  wind  and  stream . 

Not  in  the  general  mart,  'mid  corn  and  wine  ; 

Not  in  the  merchandise  of  gold  and  gems  ; 
Not  in  the  world's  gay  hall  of  midnight  mirth  ; 

Not  'mid  the  blaze  of  regal  diadems  ; 

But  in  the  day  of  conflict,  fear,  and  grief, 
When  the  strong  hand  of  God,  put  forth  in 
might. 
Ploughs  up  the  subsoil  of  the  stagnant  heart. 
And  brings  the  imprisoned  truth-seed  to  the 
light. 


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THIS  PRESENT  EVIL    WORLD. 

Wrung  from  the  troubled  spirit,  in  hard  hours 
Of  weakness,  solitude,  perchance  of  pain, 

Truth  springs,  like  harvest  from  the  well- 
ploughed  field  ; 
And  the  soul  feels  it  has  not  wept  in  vain. 


THIS   PRESENT   EVIL   WORLD. 

Yas   tibi  flumen  moris  humani!    Quis  resistit  tibi? 
Quamdiu  non  siccaberis? — Augustine. 

HE  stream  was  deeper  than  I  thought, 
VSTien  first  I  ventured  near  ; 
^'  I  stood  upon  its  sloping  edge 
Without  a  rising  fear. 

It  woke  in  ripples  at  my  feet, 
As  the  quick  breeze  swept  by. 

And  caught  the  sunlight  on  its  face. 
Like  blossoms  from  the  sky. 

It  sung  its  quiet  May-day  song 

To  its  old  summer  tune  ; 
And  the  light  willow-boughs  above 

Shook  to  the  glowing  noon. 

It  seemed  to  stop  ;  then  eddied  on  ; 

It  smiled  up  to  the  day  ; 
It  deepened  ;  then  spread  out  its  waves. 

And  stole  in  light  away. 


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THIS  PRESENT  EVIL    WORLD. 

O  streams  of  earthly  love  and  joy, 
On  whose  green  banks  we  dwell, 

Gleaming  in  beauty  to  the  eye. 
Ye  promise  fair  and  well ! 

Ye  charm  the  sunbeams  from  the  air. 
The  fragrance  from  the  flowers, 

The  blossoms  from  the  budding  tree, 
The  wealth  of  summer  hours. 

Ye  bid  us  come  and  take  them  all 
From  your  enchanted  blue  : 

Ye  tell  us  but  to  stoop  and  taste 
The  joy,  and  scent,  and  hue. 

Ye  lure  us,  and  we  venture  in, 
Cheated  by  sun  and  smiles  ; 

Ye  tempt  us,  and  we  brave  your  depths. 
Won  by  your  winning  wiles. 

Too  deep  and  strong  for  us  ! — We  glide 
Down  your  deceiving  wave  ; 

Like  men  by  siren  song  beguiled 
On  to  a  siren  grave. 

O  world,  with  all  thy  smiles  and  loves. 
With  all  thy  song  and  wine. 

What  mockery  of  human  hearts. 
What  treachery  is  thine  ! 

Thou  woundest,  but  thou  canst  not  heal, 
Thy  words  are  warbled  lies  ; 

Thy  hand  contains  the  poisoned  cup, 
And  he  who  drinks  it  dies. 


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O  world,  there's  fever  in  thy  touch, 
And  frenzy  in  thine  eye  ; 

To  lose  and  shun  thee  is  to  live, 
To  win  thee  is  to  die  ! 


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BE   TRUE. 

^^HOU  must  be  true  thyself, 

If  thou  the  truth  wouldst  teach 
Thy  soul  must  overflow,  if  thou 
Another's  soul  wouldst  reach  : 
It  needs  the  overflow  of  heart 
To  give  the  lips  full  speech. 

Think  truly,  and  thy  thoughts 
Shall  the  world's  famine  feed ; 

Speak  truly,  and  each  word  of  thine 
Shall  be  a  fruitful  seed ; 

Live  truly,  and  thy  life  shall  be  ^ 
A  great  and  noble  creed.      >^'' 


HOW   LONG? 

lY  God,  it  is  not  fretfulness 

That  makes  me  say,  "  How  long?" 
It  is  not  heaviness  of  heart 
That  hinders  me  in  song ; 
'Tis  not  despair  of  truth  and  right. 
Nor  coward  dread  of  wrong. 

But  how  can  I,  with  such  a  hope 

Of  glory  and  of  home  ; 
With  such  a  joy  before  my  eyes, 

Not  wish  the  time  were  come, — 
Of  years  the  jubilee,  of  days 

The  Sabbath  and  the  sum? 

These  years,  what  ages  they  have  been  ! 

This  life,  how  long  it  seems  ! 
And  how  can  I,  in  evil  days, 

'Mid  unknown  hills  and  streams. 
But  sigh  for  those  of  home  and  heart. 

And  visit  them  in  dreams  ? 

Yet  peace,  my  heart ;  and  hush,  my  tongue ; 

Be  calm,  my  troubled  breast ; 
Each  restless  hour  is  hastening  on 

The  everlasting  rest : 
Thou  know  est  that  the  time  thy  God 

Appoints  for  thee,  is  best. 


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ALL   IS   WELL. 


Let  faith,  not  fear  nor  fretfulness, 

Awake  the  cry,  ''  How  long?" 
Let  no  faint-heartedness  of  soul 

Damp  thy  aspiring  song : 
Right  comes,  truth  dawns,  the  night  departs 

Of  error  and  of  wrong. 


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ALL   IS   WELL. 


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F  my  bark  be  strong, 
If»my  anchor  sure. 
Then  let  billow  upon  billow  beat ; 
Am  I  not  secure  ? 
On  the  dreariest,  wildest  sea, 
What  are  winds  to  me  ? 

Up  between  the  stars 

Spreads  night's  tranquil  blue  ; 
Not  one  ruffle,  not  one  wrinkle  there 

Blots  the  changeless  hue. 
Storms  of  earth  for  earth  are  given ; 
But  they  reach  not  heaven  ! 

To  that  heaven  I  go. 

To  that  starland  bright. 
Where  the  sea  is  ever  smooth  and  fair. 

And  the  sky  all  bright ; 
Never  heavy,  pale,  or  dull ; 
Starland  beautiful ! 


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JFHO  ARE   THESE, 


Therefore  am  I  calm, 

Peace  and  love  within. 
That  dear  light  that  on  me  gently  falls, 

Casts  out  fear  and  sin. 
As  my  home  above  is,  so 
Am  I  now  below. 


WHO  ARE  THESE,  AND  WHENCE 
CAME  THEY? 

Et  de  Hierosolymis  et  de  Britannia  sequaliter  patet 
aula  coelestis.— Jerosie,  Ep.  ad  PauUnum. 

^^^OT  from  Jerusalem  alone, 
^^M     To  heaven  the  path  ascends; 
^^^  As  near,  as  sure,  as  straight  the 

way 
That  leads  to  the  celestial  day. 
From  farthest  realms  extends 
Frigid  or  torrid  zone. 

What  matters  how  or  whence  we  start  ? 
One  is  the  crown  to  all ; 

One  is  the  hard  but  glorious  race, 
Whatever  be  our  starting-place; — 
Rings  round  the  earth  the  call 
That  says.  Arise,  Depart ! 


AND   WHENCE    CAME   THEY? 

From  the  balm-breathing,  sun-loved  isles 
Of  the  bright  Southern  Sea, 

From  the  dead  North's  cloud-shadow'd 

pole. 
We  gather  to  one  gladsome  goal, 
One  common  home  in  thee, 
City  of  sun  and  smiles  ! 

The  cold  rough  billow  hinders  none  ; 
Nor  helps  the  calm,  fair  main  ; 

The  brown  rock  of  Norwegian  gloom. 
The  verdure  of  Tahitian  bloom, 
The  sands  of  Mizraim's  plain, 
Or  peaks  of  Lebanon. 

As  from  the  green  lands  of  the  vine, 
So  from  the  snow-wastes  pale, 
We  find  the  ever  open  road 
To  the  dear  city  of  our  God  ; 
From  Russian  steppe,  or  Burman  vale^ 
Or  terraced  Palestine. 

Not  from  swift  Jordan's  sacred  stream 
Alone  we  mount  above  ; 

Indus  or  Danube,  Thames  or  Rhone, 
Rivers  unsainted  and  unknown  ; — 
From  each,  the  home  of  love 
Beckons  with  heavenly  gleam. 

Not  from  grey  Olivet  alone 
We  see  the  gates  of  light ; 

From  Morven's  heath  or  Jungfrau's  snow 


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THE  NEW  JERUSALEM. 


We  welcome  the  descending  glow 
Of  pearl  and  chrysolite, 
And  the  unsQtting  sun. 

Not  from  Jerusalem  alone 

The  Church  ascends  to  God  ; 

Strangers  of  every  tongue  and  clime, 
Pilgrims  of  every  land  and  time, 
Throng  the  well-trodden  road 
That  leads  up  to  the  throne. 


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THE   NEW   JERUSALEM. 

^ATHED  in  unfallen  sunlight, 
^i     Itself  a  sun-born  gem, 

Fair  gleams  the  glorious  city. 
The  new  Jerusalem  ! 
City  fairest, 
Splendour  rarest, 

Let  me  gaze  on  thee  ! 

Calm  in  her  queenly  glory. 

She  sits,  all  joy  and  light; 
Pure  in  her  bridal  beauty. 
Her  raiment  festal -white  ! 
Home  of  gladness. 
Free  from  sadness. 
Let  me  dwell  in  thee  ! 


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Shading  her  golden  pavement 

The  tree  of  life  is  seen, 
Its  fruit-rich  branches  waving, 
Celestial  evergreen. 
Tree  of  wonder, 
Let  me  under 
Thee  for  ever  rest ! 

Fresh  from  the  throne  of  Godhead, 

Bright  in  its  crystal  gleam. 
Bursts  out  the  living  fountain, 
Swells  on  the  living  stream. 
Blessed  river. 
Let  me  ever 

Feast  my  eye  on  thee  ! 

Stream  of  true  life  and  gladness, 

Spring  of  all  health  and  peace  ; 
No  harps  by  thee  hang  silent, 
Nor  happy  voices  cease. 
Tranquil  river, 
Let  me  ever 

Sit  and  sing  by  thee  ! 

River  of  God,  I  greet  thee. 

Not  now  afar,  but  near  ; 

My  soul  to  thy  still  waters 

Hastes  in  its  thirstings  here. 

Holy  river. 

Let  me  ever 

Drink  of  only  thee. 


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THE  INCORRUPTIBLE. 

O  joy  is  true,  save  that  which  hath  no 
end  ; 
^)2     No  life  is  true,  save  that  which 
liveth  ever ; 
No  heahh  is  sound,  save  that  which  God  doth 
send  ; 
No  love  is  real,  save  that  which  changeth 
never. 

Heaven  were  no  heaven,  if  its  dear  light  could 
fade ; 

If  its  fair  glory  could  hereafter  wane  ; 
If  its  sweet  skies  could  suffer  stain  or  shade^ 

Or  its  soft  breezes  waft  one  note  of  pain. 

And  what  would  be  the  city  of  the  just. 
If  time  could  shake  its  battlements,  or  age 

Could  crumble  down  its  palaces  to  dust. 
Or  with  its  towers  victorious  warfare  wage. 

If  its  pure  river  could  sink  low  or  cease. 
Or  its  rich  palm-boughs  shed  the  leaf  and 
die ; 

If  there  could  pass  upon  its  loveliness 
One  darkening  taint  of  time's  mortality  ; 

If  its  high  harmonies  could  lose  their  tone, 
Or  one  of  its  glad  songs  could  silenced  be  ; 

If,  of  its  voices,  even  the  feeblest  one 
Should  falter  m  the  glorious  melody ; 


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THE   INCORRUPTIBLE. 

If  one  of  all  its  stars  should  e'er  grow  faint, 
Or  one  of  its  bright  lamps  should  e'er  burn 
low; 

If,  through  its  happy  air,  decay's  dull  taint 
Should  for  a  moment  its  dark  poison  throw  ! 

But  no.     Its  beauty  is  for  ever  vernal  ; 

Its  glory  is  the  glory  of  its  King, 
Undying,  incorruptible,  eternal ; 

And  ever  new  the  songs  its  dwellers  sing. 

Its  wandering  winds  need  breathe  no  balm  for 
healing. 
For  all  is  health  beneath  its  loving  skies  ; 
Hour  welcomes  hour,  fresh  youth  and  bloom 
revealing ; 
There,  'tis  not  death  that  lives  and  life  that 
dies. 

Life  lives,  and  death  has  died  ;  the  rifled  tomb 
Has  yielded  back  its  long-imprisoned  clay  ; 

The  dreaded  conqueror  is  overcome, 
And  mortal  night  is  now  immortal  day. 

O  heaven  of  heavens,  how  true  thy  life  must 
be! 

O  home  of  God,  how  excellent  thy  light ! 
O  long,  long  summer  of  eternity. 

Bright  noon  of  angels,  ever  clear  and  bright ! 

Glad  jubilee,  with  nothing  to  disturb, 

W^en  the  great  Hallel  of  the  purged  earth 

Rings  round  the  universe,  from  orb  to  orb. 
As  when  the  sons  of  God  sang  o'er  its  birth. 


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THE  MARRIAGE   OF 

Then,  bondage  broken  and  the  Red  Sea  passed, 
We  sing  the  song  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ; 

Earth's  battles  o'er,  the  kingdom  won  at  last, 
With  joy  we  join  creation's  endless  psalm. 


THE   MARRIAGE   OF   THE    LAMB 
IS   COME. 

IP^gSCEND,  Beloved,  to  the  ioy ; 
i^^^^       The  festal-day  has  come  ; 
^^^^i  To-night  the  Lamb  doth  feast  His 
own, 
To-night  He  with  His  Bride  sits  down. 
To-night  puts  on  the  spousal  crown. 
In  the  great  upper  room. 

Ascend,  beloved,  to  the  love  ; 

This  is  the  day  of  days ; 
To-night  the  bridal-song  is  sung, 
To-night  ten  thousand  harps  are  strung, 
In  sympathy  with  heart  and  tongue. 

Unto  the  Lamb's  high  praise. 

The  festal  lamps  are  lighting  now 

In  the  great  marriage-hall ; 
By  angel-hands  the  board  is  spread. 
By  angel-hands  the  sacred  bread 
Is  on  the  golden  table  laid ; 

The  King  His  own  doth  call. 


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THE  LAMB   IS    COME. 


The  gems  are  gleaming  from  the  roof, 

Like  stars  in  night's  round  dome  ; 
The  festal  wreaths  are  hanging  there, 
The  festal  fragrance  fills  the  air, 
And  flowers  of  heaven,  divinely  fair, 
Unfold  their  happy  bloom. 

Long,  long  deferred,  now  come  at  last. 

The  Lamb's  glad  wedding-day  ; 
The  guests  are  gathering  to  the  feast, 
The  seats  in  heavenly  order  placed. 
The  royal  throne  above  the  rest ; 
How  bright  the  new  array  ! 

Sorrow  and  sighing  are  no  more. 
The  weeping  hours  are  past ; 
To-night  the  waiting  will  be  done, 
To-night  the  wedding-robe  put  on. 
The  glory  and  the  joy  begun  ; 
The  crown  has  come  at  last. 

Without,  within,  is  light,  is  light ; 

Around,  above,  is  love  : 
We  enter,  to  go  out  no  more. 
We  raise  the  song  unsung  before, 
We  doff  the  sackcloth  that  we  wore  ; 

For  all  is  joy  above. 

Ascend,  Beloved,  to  the  life  ; 

Our  days  of  death  are  o'er ; 
Mortality  has  done  its  worst, 
The  fetters  of  the  tomb  are  burst, 
The  last  has  now  become  the  first, 

For  ever,  evermore. 


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THE  LOST  SOUL. 


Ascend,  Beloved,  to  the  feast ; 

Make  haste,  thy  day  is  come  ; 
Thrice  bless'd  are  they  the  Lamb  doth  call 
To  share  the  heavenly  festival, 
In  the  new  Salem's  palace  hall, 

Our  everlasting  home  ! 

THE    LOST   SOUL. 

0  quam  grave,  quam  immite 
A  sinistris  erit  Ite. — Old  Hymn. 

g'^^^ESCEND,  O  sinner,  to  the  woe  ! 

ra^KH/?        Thy  day  of  hope  is  done  ; 

^^0^  Light  shall  revisit  thee  no  more. 
Life  with  its  sanguine  dreams  is  o'er, 
Love  reaches  not  yon  awful  shore  ; 
For  ever  sets  thy  sun  ! 

Pass  down  to  the  eternal  dark  ; 

Yet  not  for  rest  nor  sleep  ; 
Thine  is  the  everlasting  tomb, 
Thine  the  inexorable  doom, 
The  moonless,  mornless,  sunless  gloom. 

Where  souls  for  ever  weep. 

Depart,  lost  soul,  thy  tears  to  weep. 

Thy  never-drying  tears ; 
To  sigh  the  never-ending  sigh, 
To  send  up  the  unheeded  cry. 
Into  the  unresponding  sky. 

Whose  silence  mocks  thy  fears. 


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Call  upon  God  ;  He  hears  no  more  ; 

Call  upon  death  ;  'tis  dead  ; 
Ask  the  live  lightnings  in  their  flight, 
Seek  for  some  sword  of  hell  and  night, 
The  worm  that  never  dies  to  smite  ; 

No  weapon  strikes  its  head. 

Thou  livest,  and  must  ever  live ; 

But  life  is  now  thy  foe  ; 
Thine  is  the  sorrow-shrivelled  brow, 
Thine  the  eternal  heartache  now, 
'Neath  the  long  burden  thou  must  bow, 

The  living  death  of  woe. 

Thy  songs  are  at  an  end ;  thy  harp 

Shall  solace  thee  no  more  ; 
All  mirth  has  perished  on  thy  grave, 

The  melody  that  could  not  save 
Has  died  upon  death's  sullen  wave 
That  flung  thee  on  this  shore. 

Earth,  with  its  waves,  and  woods,  and  winds. 
Its  stars,  and  suns,  and  streams, 

Its  joyous  air  and  gentle  skies. 

Filled  with  all  happy  melodies, 

Has  passed,  or,  with  dark  memories, 
Comes  back  in  torturing  dreams. 

Never  again  shalt  thou  behold, 

As  when  a  bounding  boy, 
The  fresh  buds  of  the  fragrant  spring. 
Its  song-birds  on  their  April  wing, 
And  all  its  vales  a-blossoming ; 

Or  summer's  rosy  joy. 


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THE  LOST  SOUL. 

No  river  of  forgetfulness, 

As  poets  dreamed  and  sung, 
Rolls  yonder  to  efface  the  past, 
To  quench  the  sense  of  what  thou  wast. 
To  soothe  or  end  thy  pain  at  last, 
Or  cool  thy  burning  tongue. 

No  God  is  there  ;  no  Christ ;  for  He, 

Whose  word  on  earth  was.  Come, 
Hath  said.  Depart  :   go,  lost  one,  go, 
Reap  the  sad  harvest  thou  didst  sow, 
Join  yon  lost  angels  in  their  woe, 
Their  prison  is  thy  home. 

Descend,  O  sinner,  to  the  gloom ! 

Hear  the  deep  judgment  knell 
Send  forth  its  terror-shrieking  sound 
These  walls  of  adamant  around. 
And  filling  to  its  utmost  bound 

Thy  woful,  woful  hell. 

Depart,  O  sinner,  to  the  chain ! 

Enter  the  eternal  cell ; 
To  all  that's  good,  and  true,  and  right, 
To  all  that's  fond,  and  fair,  and  bright, 
To  all  of  holiness  and  light. 

Bid  thou  thy  last  farewell ! 


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THE    END    OF   THE   DAY. 

^^^OME,  for  thy  day,  thy  wasted  day,  is 
^^^^  closing, 

^^^^     With  all  its  joy  and  sun  ; 
Bright,   lo\-ing  hours  have  passed  thee   by 
unheeded  ; 

Thy  work  on  earth  undone, 

And  all  thy  race  unrun. 

Folly  and  pleasure  hast  thou  still  been  chasing 

With  the  world's  giddy  throng, 
Beauty  and  love  have  been  thy  golden  idols ; 

And  thou  hast  rushed  along, 

Still  listening  to  their  song  ! 

Sorrow  and  weeping thouhastcastbehind thee, 

For  what  were  tears  to  thee  ? 
Life  was  not  life  without  the  smile  and  sunshine ; 

Only  in  revelry 

Did  wisdom  seem  to  be. 

Unclasp,  O  man,  the  syren  hand  of  pleasure, 

Let  the  gay  folly  go  ! 
A  few  quick  years  will  bring  the  unwelcome 
ending  ; 

Then  whither  dost  thou  go, 

To  endless  joy  or  woe  ? 

Clasp  a  far  truer  hand,  a  kinder,  stronger, 

Of  Him  the  crucified  ; 
Let  in  a  deeper  love  into  thy  spirit, 

The  love  of  Him  who  died. 

And  now  is  glorified  ! 


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THE  LOVE    OF   GOD. 


LOVE  of  God,  how  strong  and  true  ! 
Eternal  and  yet  ever  new, 
Uncomprehended  and  unbought, 
Beyond  all  knowledge  and  all  thought. 

O  love  of  God,  how  deep  and  great ! 
Far  deeper  than  man's  deepest  hate  ; 
Self-fed,  self-kindled,  like  the  light, 
Changeless,  eternal,  infinite. 

O  heavenly  love,  how  precious  still. 
In  days  of  weariness  and  ill  ! 
In  nights  of  pain  and  helplessness. 
To  heal,  to  comfort,  and  to  bless. 

O  wide-embracing,  wondrous  love, 
We  read  thee  in  the  sky  above. 
We  read  thee  in  the  earth  below. 
In  seas  that  swell  and  streams  that  flow. 

We  read  thee  in  the  flowers,  the  trees. 
The  freshness  of  the  fragrant  breeze. 
The  songs  of  birds  upon  the  wing. 
The  joy  of  summer  and  of  spring. 

We  read  thee  best  in  Him  who  came. 
To  bear  for  us  the  cross  of  shame  ; 
Sent  by  the  Father  from  on  high. 
Our  life  to  live,  our  death  to  die. 


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THE   TRUE  BREAD. 


We  read  thee  in  the  manger-bed, 
On  which  His  infancy  was  laid  ; 
And  Nazareth  that  love  reveals, 
Nestling  amid  its  lonely  hills. 

We  read  thee  in  the  tears  once  shed. 
Over  doomed  Salem's  guilty  head. 
In  the  cold  tomb  of  Bethany, 
And  blood-drops  of  Gethsemane. 

We  read  thy  power  to  bless  and  save, 
Even  in  the  darkness  of  the  grave  ; 
Still  more  in  resurrection-light, 
We  read  the  fulness  of  thy  might. 

O  love  of  God,  our  shield  and  stay, 
Through  all  the  perils  of  our  way ; 
Eternal  love,  in  thee  we  rest, 
For  ever  safe,  for  ever  bless' d  ! 


THE  TRUE  BREAD. 

^^^^RUE  bread  of  life,  in  pitying  mercy 

Si^  given, 

^^^^jj>  Long-famished  souls  to  strengthen 

and  to  feed ; 
Christ  Jesus,  Son  of  God,  true  bread  of  heaven, 
Thy  flesh  is  meat,  Thy  blood  is  drink  indeed. 


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THE  FIRST  AND  THE  LAST. 

I  cannot  famish,  though  this  earth  should  fail, 
Though  life  through  all  its  fields  should  pine 
and  die ; 
Though  the  sweet  verdure  should  forsake  each 
vale, 
And  every  stream  of  every  land  run  dry. 

True  Tree  of  life  !  Of  thee  I  eat  and  live, 
Who  eateth  of  thy  fruit  shall  never  die ; 

'Tis  thine  the  everlasting  health  to  give, 
The  youth  and  bloom  of  immortality. 

Feeding  on  thee,  all  v^^eakness  turns  to  power, 
This  sickly  soul  revives,  like  earth  in  spring ; 

Strength  floweth  on  and  in,  each  buoyant  hour. 
This  being  seems  all  energy,  all  wing. 

Jesus  our  dying,  buried,  risen  Head, 

Thy  Church's  Life  and  Lord,  Immanuel  1 

At  Thy  dear  cross  we  find  the  eternal  bread, 
And  in  Thy  empty  tomb  the  living  well, 

THE   FIRST   AND   THE   LAST. 

ESUS,  Sun  and  Shield  art  Thou  ; 

Sun  and  Shield  for  ever  ! 
Never  canst  Thou  cease  to  shine, 
Cease  to  guard  us  never. 
Cheer  our  steps  as  on  we  go, 
Come  between  us  and  the  foe. 


THE  FIRST  AND    THE   LAST. 

Jesus,  Bread  and  Wine  art  Thou, 
Wine  and  Bread  for  ever  ! 

Never  canst  Thou  cease  to  feed, 
Or  refresh  us  never. 

Feed  we  still  on  bread  divine. 

Drink  we  still  this  heavenly  wine  ! 

Jesus,  Love  and  Life  art  Thou, 

Life  and  Love  for  ever  ! 
Ne'er  to  quicken  shalt  Thou  cease. 

Or  to  love  us  never. 
All  of  life  and  love  we  need 
Is  in  Thee,  in  Thee  indeed. 

Jesus,  Peace  and  Joy  art  Thou, 
Joy  and  Peace  for  ever ! 

Joy  that  fades  not,  changes  not. 
Peace  that  leaves  us  never. 

Joy  and  peace  we  have  in  Thee, 

Now  and  through  eternity. 

Jesus,  Song  and  Strength  art  Thou, 
Strength  and  Song  for  ever  ! 

Strength  that  never  can  decay, 
Song  that  ceaseth  never. 

Still  to  us  this  strength  and  song 

Through  eternal  days  prolong. 


IN  HIM  WE  LIVE. 

KNOW  Thou  art  not  far, 
My  God,  from  me  ;  yon  star 

Speaks  of  Thy  nearness,  and  its 
rays 
Fall  on  me  like  Thy  touch  :  Oh,  raise 
These  heavy  eyes  of  mine 
To  see  Thy  face,  even  Thine, 

My  Father  and  my  God ! 

Thou  speakest,  and  I  hear ! 
What  gracious  heavenly  cheer 

Is  in  Thy  gentle  speech,  my  God ! 

How  it  lifts  off  the  heavy  load 
Which  bows  my  weary  head. 
And  checks  me  in  my  speed. 

My  gracious  God  and  Lord  ! 

Thou  knowest  all  I  am, 

My  evil  and  my  shame ; 

And  yet,  my  God,  Thou  hat'st  me  not ; 

Nor  hast  Thou  once,  even  once,  forgot 
Thy  handiwork  divine. 
This  helpless  soul  of  mine. 

My  ever-loving  Lord ! 

Thou  wilt  be  nearer  yet, 

And  one  day  I  shall  get 

The  fuller  vision  of  Thy  face, 

In  all  its  perfect  light  and  grace  ; 

Seeing  Thee  as  Thou  art, 

Bearing  in  heaven  my  part, 

My  blessed  King  and  God  ! 


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THE   LOVE   THAT   PASSETH 
KNOWLEDGE. 


|0T  what  I  am,  O  Lord,  but  what  Thou 

art ! 
Jg     That,  that  alone  can  be  my  soul's 
true  rest; 
Thy  love,  not  mine,  bids  fear  and  doubt  de- 
part. 
And  stills  the  tempest  of  my  tossmg  breast. 

It  is  Thy  perfect  love  that  casts  out  fear ; 
I  know  the  voice  that  speaks  the   "  It 
is  I;" 
And  in  these  well-known  words  of  heavenly 
cheer, 
I  hear  the  joy  that  bids  each  sorrow  fly. 

Thy  name  is  Love  !  I  hear  it  from  yon  cross ; 

Thy  name  is  Love  !  I  read  it  in  yon  tomb  ; 
All  meaner  love  is  perishable  dross. 

But  this  shall  light  me  through  time's 
thickest  gloom. 

It  blesses  now,  and  shall  for  ever  bless, 
It  saves  me  now,  and  shall  for  ever  save  ; 

It  holds  me  up  in  days  of  helplessness ; 
It  bears  me  safely  o'er  each  swelling  wave. 


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HE  IS  RISEN. 


Girt  with  the  love  of  God  on  every  side, 
Breathing  that  love  as  heaven's  own  healing 
air, 

I  work  or  wait,  still  following  my  guide, 
Braving  each  foe,  escaping  every  snare. 

'Tis  what  I  know  of  Thee,  my  Lord  and  God, 
That  fills  my  soul  with  peace,  my  lips  with 
song; 

Thou  art  my  health,  my  joy,  my  staff,  my  rod. 
Leaning  on  Thee,  in  weakness  I  am  strong. 

I  am  all  want  and  hunger ;  this  faint  heart 
Pines  for  a  fulness  which  it  finds  not  here  ; 

Dear  ones  are  leaving,  and,  as  they  depart, 
Make  room  within  for  something  yet  more 
dear. 

More  of  Thyself,  Oh,  shew  me  hour  by  hour. 
More  of  Thy  glory,  O  my  God  and  Lord ; 

More  of  Thyself  in  all  Thy  grace  and  power. 
More  ofThy  love  and  truth,  Incarnate  Word ! 


HE   IS  RISEN. 
^^^^IHE  tomb  is  empty :  wouldst  thou  have 

^^^J>     Still  sadly  clasping  the  unbreathing 

clay  ;— 
O  weak  in  faith,  O  slow  of  heart  and  dull. 
To  doat  on  darkness,  and  shut  out  the  day  ! 


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HE  IS  mSEX 


The  tomb  is  empty;  He  WTio,  three  short  days, 
After  a  sorrowing  Hfe's  long  weariness, 

Found  refuge  in  this  rocky  resting-place. 
Has  now  ascended  to  the  throne  of  bliss. 

Here  lay  the  Holy  One,  the  Christ  of  God, 
He  Who  for  death  gave  death,  and  life  for 
life; 
Our  heavenly  Kinsman,  our  true  flesh  and 
blood ; 
Victor  for  us  on  hell's  dark  field  of  strife. 

This  was  the  Bethel,  where,  on  stony  bed, 
WTiile  angels  went  and  came  from  mom 
till  even. 

Our  truer  Jacob  laid  His  wearied  head ; 
This  was  to  Him  the  very  gate  of  heaven. 

The  Conqueror,  not  the  conquered,  He  to 
Whom 
The  keys  of  death  and  of  the  grave  belong, 
Crossed  the  cold  threshold  of  the  stranger's 
tomb, 
To  spoil  the  spoiler  and  to  bind  the  strong. 

Here  death  had  reigned;  into  no  tomb  like  this 
Had  man's  fell  foe  aforetime  found  his  way; 

So  grand  a  trophy  ne'er  before  was  his, 
So  vast  a  treasure,  so  divine  a  prey. 

But  now  his  triumph  ends ;  the  rock-barred 
door 

Is  opened  wide,  and  the  Great Pris'ner  gone ; 
Look  round  and  see,  upon  the  vacant  floor 

The  napkin  and  the  grave-clothes  lie  eilone. 


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HE  IS  mSE^i. 


Yes,  death's  last  hope,  his  strongest  fort  and 
prison 

Is  shattered,  never  to  be  built  again ; 
And  He,  the  mighty  Captive,  He  is  risen. 

Leaving  behind  the  gate,  the  bar,  the  chain. 

Yes,  He  is  ris'n  Who  is  the  First  and  Last ; 

Who  was  and  is;  Who  liveth  and  was  dead ; 
Beyond  the  reach  of  death  He  now  has  passed; 

Of  the  one  glorious  Church  the  glorious 
Head. 

The  tomb  is  empty ;  so,  ere  long  shall  be 
The  tombs  of  all  who  in  this  Christ  repose  ; 

They  died  with  Him  Who  died  upon  the  tree, 
They  live  and  rise  with  Him  Who  lived  and 
rose. 

Death  has  not  slain  them ;  they  are  freed, 
not  slain. 

It  is  the  gate  of  life,  and  not  of  death, 
That  they  have  entered  ;  and  the  grave  in  vain 

Has  tried  to  stifle  the  immortal  breath. 

All  that  was  death  in  them  is  now  dissolved  ; 

For  death  can  only  what  is  death's  destroy  ; 
And  when  this  earth's  short  ages  have  re- 
volved, 

The  disimprisoned  life  comes  forth  with  joy. 

Their  life-long  battle  with  disease  and  pain, 
And  mortal  weariness,  is  over  now ; 

Youth,  health,  and  comeliness  return  again. 
The  tear  has  left  the  cheek,  the  sweat  the 
brow. 


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COUNSELS. 

They  are  not  tasting  death,  but  taking  rest, 
On  the  same  holy  couch  where  Jesus  lay, 

Soon  to  awake,  all  glorified  and  blest, 

WTien  day  has  broke  and  shadows  fled  away. 


MUSINGS  AND   COUNSELS. 

^<^gOT  so  quickly,  fretted  spirit, 

J        Lest  thy  speed  but  run  to  waste 
^'    He  is  stedfast  who  believeth. 
He  who  trusteth  makes  no 
haste. 
For  the  God  on  Whom  we  call 
Will  carry  us  through  all ; 
No  plan  of  His  can  fail, 
Not  a  wish  but  must  prevail. 
He  is  mighty,  He  alone ; 
Let  His  work  be  calmly  done. 
Not  so  slowly,  sluggish  spirit, 

As  if  God  and  time  would  stay 
For  thee,  the  loitering  dreamer, 
Flinging  hours  and  days  away. 
Up  and  toil  withall  thy  might. 
Noon  is  fading  into  night ; 
Like  the  ever-moving  wave. 
We  are  rushing  to  the  grave  ; 
Like  the  swiftly  rising  dew, 
Earth  is  passing  from  our  view. 


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Not  so  gaily,  buoyant  spirit ; 
Temper  mirth  with  gentle  fear ; 

Roses  wither,  leaves  are  falling, 
'Tis  not  always  summer  here. 
'Tis  a  brittle,  hollow  world, 
With  its  brav'ry  all  unfurled, 
Its  banners  streaming  high, 
And  shouts  of  revelry. 
Its  day  is  coming  fast. 
And  its  madness  cannot  last. 

Not  so  darkly,  gloomy  spirit ; 

Here  are  things  of  sprightlier  hue. 

Here  are  suns,  and  stars,  and  rainbows, 
And  a  glorious  arch  of  blue. 
Earth  is  not  all  tears  and  woe. 
There  are  bright  things  here  below; 
There  is  verdure  on  our  hills. 
There  is  music  in  our  rills. 
There  is  fragrance  in  our  air ; 
In  our  homes  the  dear  and  fair. 


Not  so  lightly,  jesting  spirit  ; 
Do  not  trifle  so  with  sin ; 

The  gate  of  life  is  narrow, 
There  are  few  who  enter  in. 
Setting  God  before  thine  eyes. 
Be  boldly  good  and  wise  ; 
Cherish  grave  and  manly  thought, 
Buy  the  truth  and  sell  it  not; 
To  thyself  and  truth  be  true, 
To  thy  friend  be  faithful  too. 


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MUSIA'GS  AND    COUNSELS. 

Not  SO  Sternly,  haught}'  spirit ; 
Lay  thy  loftiness  aside  ; 

From  thy  forehead  smooth  the  furrow, 
From  thy  heart  pluck  out  the  pride. 
Deal  gentle  words  to  all ; 
Thou,  too,  mayest  err  and  fall  ; 
Be  pitiful  and  kind, 
Leave  rugged  words  behind. 
Learn  meekly  to  reprove  ; 
They  win  who  speak  in  love. 


Not  so  fondly,  sanguine  spirit ; 

There  is  judgment  in  yon  cloud, 
There  is  peril  in  yon  tempest, 
And  the  trumpet  speaks  aloud. 

God  is  coming  in  His  wrath. 

And  the  lightning  ploughs  His  path  ; 

There  is  terror  on  the  earth, 

And  the  ruin  rushes  forth  ; 

There  is  boding  in  yon  sky. 

The  Judge  is  drawing  nigh. 
Not  so  hopeless,  drooping  spirit ; 
Yon  clouds  at  length  will  rise ; 
And,  beyond  them,  in  the  distance, 
Spreads  a  realm  of  sunny  skies. 

God's  promise  standeth  fast, 

And  the  glory  breaks  at  last ; 

Peace  is  rising  out  of  strife. 

Death  is  dying  into  life ; 

Up-springs  the  eternal  sun  ; 

Heaven  and  earth  will  soon  be  one. 


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;1'i=^^r  quer, 

As  the  great  Roman  once  had  done ; 
His  was  the  one  hour's  torrent  shock  of  battle  ; 
My  field  was  harder  to  be  won. 

I  came  and  saw,  but  did  not  conquer, 

The  foes  were  fierce,  their  weapons  strong  ; 

I  came,  I  saw,  but  yet  I  did  not  conquer, 
For  me  the  fight  was  sore  and  long. 

They  said  the  war  was  brief  and  easy, 
A  word,  a  look,  would  crush  the  throng ; 

To  some  it  may  have  been  a  moment's  conflict. 
To  me  it  has  been  sore  and  long. 

They  said  the  threats  were  coward  bluster. 

To  brave  men  they  could  work  no  wrong ; 
So  some  may  boast  of  swift  and  easy  battle, 
]■,-  To  me  it  has  been  sore  and  lonor. 


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And  yet  I  know  that  I  shall  conquer. 

Though  sore  and  hard  the  fight  may  be  ; 

I  know,  I  know  I  shall  be  more  than  victor. 
Through  Him  Who  won  the  fight  for  me. 

I  fight,  not  fearful  of  the  issue, 

My  victory  sure  and  near ; 
Yet,  not  the  less  with  hand  and  eye  all  watchful, 

Grasp  I  my  buckler  and  my  spear. 


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For  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  conquer, 
'Tis  not  by  flight  that  fields  are  won  ; 

And  I  must  conquer,  if  I  would  inherit 
The  victor's  joy,  and  crown,  and  throne. 


SUNSET   BY   THE    SEA. 


Wy  watch  upon  this  sea-swept  cliff  is 
w  done  ! 

il^^  I've  marked  for  hours  yon  slow- 
descending  sun. 
And  seen  him  plunge  into  the  golden  swell 
Of  yon  bright  ocean  that  he  loves  so  well. 

I  linger,  watching  how  yon  wavelets  seem 
To  miss  the  glory  of  the  vanished  gleam  ; 
And  marking  how  yon  summer-blushing  blue 
Takes  on  the  sadness  of  the  twilight  hue. 

How  can  I  go  ?  Yon  shadowy,  solemn  wave 
Seems  like  a  loved  one's  newly  covered  grave ; 
And  all  around,  above  me,  seems  to  move 
The  joy  and  grief  of  unforgotten  love. 

I  linger  o'er  the  long  wave's  darkening  flow ; 
But  the  cold  sea-moan  bids  me  rise  and  go  ; 
And  yon  faint  sun-glow  on  the  quivering  main 
Says,  Go,  to-morrow  we  shall  meet  again. 


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SUNSET  BY  THE   SEA, 


It  may  be  we  shall  meet  as  we  have  done, 
And  that  I  greet  once  moreyonmatchless  sun ; 
It  may  be  that  I  come  to  gaze  again 
On  the  pale  splendour  of  yon  purple  plain. 

But  though  no  dawn  should  light  these  faded 

skies, 
Though  yon  expected  sun  should  never  rise, 
I  have  a  Sun  whose  everlasting  gold 
Lights  up  a  day  that  never  shall  grow  old. 

I  have  a  Sun  within,  a  Sun  above, 
A  heaven  whose  radiance  is  the  joy  of  love. 
Earth's  suns  may  sink  and  rise  again  no  more, 
I  need  them  not  in  that  unchanging  shore. 

I  go  where  night  and  darkness  never  come, 
To  the  dear  day-spring  of  a  sinless  home  ; 
No  pensive  musings  such  as  sunset  brings  ! 
No  bitter  heartache  over  dried-up  springs  ! 

This  shore  I  quit,  these  rocks,  this  wondrous 

sea, 
Of  all  things  great  the  greatest  still  to  me ; 
These  golden  gleams  of  sunset's  lingering  bliss. 
Yon  far-off  dimple  from  the  dying  kiss 

Of  wave  and  sky ;  this  gentle,  gentle  song 
Of  the  lone  sea-breeze  as  it  sighs  along  ; 
The  sweet  low  ripple-note  that  comes  and  goes 
From  yon  grey  sand-slope  where  the  tide  still 
flows. 


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LORD,    COME  AWAY. 


These,  these  I  leave  ;  vet,  leaving,  turn  again 
To  love  and  muse,  vet  feel  no  parting  pain  : — 
These  are  but  withered  leaves,  the  goodly  tree 
Which  bears  them  all  remaineth  yet  for  m.e. 

I  need  not  miss  the  star-beam,  if  the  star 
Abideth  still  to  shine  in  love  afar ; 
The  gift  may  fade,  the  Giver  still  is  mine, 
With  all  His  love  and  light  and  grace  di\'ine. 


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LORD,    COME   AWAY! 

p^A^AND  and  foot  are  wean,-, 
""  P^  Brow  and  eye  are  weary, 

Heart  and  soul  are  weary  ; — 

Lord,  come  away  ! 

Years  are  swiftly  flying, 
Heaven  and  earth  are  sighing, 
And  Thy  Church  is  crying. 

Lord,  come  away  ! 

Broken  lies  creation. 
Shaken  earth's  foundation, 
Anchorless  each  nation  ; — 

Lord,  come  away  I 


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LORD,    COME  AWAY. 

Kingly  props  all  failing, 
Boldest  bosoms  quailing, 
Fear  forlorn  prevailing ; 

Lord,  come  away ! 

Thrones  of  ages  shaking. 
Bonds  of  empire  breaking. 
Sullen  priesthoods  quaking ; — 

Lord,  come  away  ! 

Evil  darkly  reigneth. 
Nought  of  love  remaineth. 
And  Thy  Bride  complaineth  ; — 
Lord,  come  away  ! 

Might  the  right  is  wronging, 
Sworded  millions  thronging. 
Earth's  misrule  prolonging ; — 

Lord,  come  away  ! 

Lonely  hearts  are  singing. 
Loyal  souls  are  clinging 
To  the  light  upspringing  ; — 

Lord,  come  away ! 

Calm,  'mid  night  winds  blowing. 
Long  has  faith  been  sowing  ; 
See  the  life-seed  growing  ; — 

Lord,  come  away  ! 

'Tis  no  time  for  sorrow, 
See  the  glorious  morrow. 
Its  gladness  let  us  borrow ; — 

Lord,  come  away  ! 


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'Tis  no  time  for  dreaming, 
See  the  day-spring's  gleaming 
Through  the  darkness  streaming ; — 
Lord^  come  away  I 

Sounds  the  last  long  thunder, 
Bursts  the  day  of  wonder, 
Glory,  gladness  yonder ; — 

Lord,  come  away  I 

HE    IS    COMING. 

[E  is  coming;   and  the  tidings 
Are  rolling  wide  and  far ; 
J^^^^  As  light  flows  out  in  gladness, 
From  yon  fair  morning-star. 

He  is  coming  ;   and  the  tidings 
Sweep  through  the  willing  air. 

With  hope  that  ends  for  ever 
Time's  ages  of  despair. 

Old  earth  from  dreams  and  slumber 
Wakes  up  and  says,  Amen  ; 

Land  and  ocean  bid  Him  welcome, 
Flood  and  forest  join  the  strain. 

He  is  coming  ;   and  the  mountains 

Of  Judea  ring  again ; 
Jerusalem  awakens, 

And  shouts  her  glad  Amen. 


HE  IS   COMING. 


He  is  coming  ;  wastes  of  Horeb, 

Awaken  and  rejoice  ! 
Hills  of  Moab,  cliffs  of  Edom, 

Lift  the  long  silent  voice  ! 

He  is  coming,  sea  of  Sodom, 
To  heal  thy  leprous  brine, 

To  give  back  palm  and  myrtle, 
The  olive  and  the  vine. 

He  is  coming,  blighted  Carmel, 
To  restore  thy  olive  bowers. 

He  is  coming,  faded  Sharon, 
To  give  thee  back  thy  flowers. 

Sons  of  Gentile-trodden  Judah, 
Awake,  behold,  He  comes  ! 

Landless  and  kingless  exiles. 
Re-seek  your  long-lost  homes. 

Back  to  your  ancient  valleys 

Which  your  fathers  loved  so  well. 

In  their  now  crumbled  cities 

Let  their  children's  children  dwell. 

Drink  the  last  drop  of  wormwood 
From  your  nation's  bitter  cup  ; 

The  bitterest,  but  the  latest, 
Make  haste  and  drink  it  up. 

For  He  thy  true  Messiah, 
Thine  own  anointed  King, 

He  comes,  in  love  and  glory. 
Thy  endless  joy  to  bring. 


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THE  JUDGMENT. 


Yes,  He  thy  King  is  coming 
To  end  thy  woes  and  wrongs, 

To  give  thee  joy  for  mourning, 
To  turn  thy  sighs  to  songs ; 

To  dry  the  tears  of  ages, 
To  give  thee,  as  of  old, 

The  diadem  of  beauty. 

The  crown  of  purest  gold  ; 

To  lift  thee  from  thy  sadness. 
To  set  thee  on  the  throne, 

Messiah's  chosen  nation, 
His  best-beloved  one. 

The  stain  and  dust  of  exile 

To  wipe  from  thy  weary  feet 
With  songs  of  glorious  triumph 
Thy  glad  return  to  greet. 


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THE   JUDGMENT. 

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^=^         The  dead  from  dust  to  call ; 
^^^tf  The  sinner  stands  confounded. 
With  fear  on  fear  surrounded. 
As  by  a  sea  unbounded. 

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THE   JUDGMENT. 


No  longer  now  delaying- 

The  hour  of  dreaded  doom  ; 
No  more  the  sentence  staying, 
No  more  the  cross  displaying, 
In  wrath  His  throne  arraying, 

The  Judge,  the  Judge  has  come  ! 

What  wild  shrill  voice  of  mourning 

Comes  up  from  hill  and  plain  ? 

Dark  spirits,  pardon  scorning. 

Proud  hearts,  long  mercy  spurning, 

Bold  rebels,  deaf  to  warning. 

Now  cry,  but  cry  in  vain  ! 

See  how  these  heavens  are  rended 
By  yon  sky-filling  blast ; 

Earth's  year  of  grace  is  ended ; 

He  who  in  clouds  ascended. 

Now,  with  heaven's  hosts  attended. 
Returns,  returns  at  last ! 

Cease,  man,  thy  God-defying  ; 

Cease  thy  best  Friend  to  grieve  ; 
Cease,  man,  thy  self-relying  ; 
Flee  from  the  endless  dying  ; 
Swiftly  thy  time  is  flying ; 

Embrace  the  Son  and  live  ! 

Give  up  the  vain  endeavour 

To  heal  thy  wounds  and  woes  ; 
He  is  of  life  the  Giver, 
And  from  His  cross  the  river. 
Which  quenches  thirst  for  ever. 
All  freely  to  thee  flows. 


HEAVEN  AT  LAST. 


With  gush,  and  gleam,  and  singing, 

See  the  bright  fountain  rise. 

For  thee  that  fount  is  springing, 

To  thee  its  gladness  bringing  ;  — 

Why  then  so  madly  clinging 
To  vanity  and  lies? 


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HEAVEN   AT   LAST. 

Denique  Coelum. —  Old  3Iotto. 

^NGEL- VOICES  sweetly  singing, 
Echoes  through  the  blue  dome 
ringing, 

News  of  wondrous  gladness  bringing ; 
Ah,  'tis  heaven  at  last  1 

Now,  beneath  us  all  the  grieving. 
All  the  wounded  spirit's  heaving. 
All  the  woe  of  hopes  deceiving ; 

Ah,  'tis  heaven  at  last ! 

Sin  for  ever  left  behind  us, 
Earthly  visions  cease  to  blind  us. 
Fleshly  fetters  cease  to  bind  us ; 

Ah,  'tis  heaven  at  last  I 

On  the  jasper  threshold  standing. 
Like  a  pilgrim  safely  landing. 
See,  the  strange  bright  scene  expanding  1 
Ah,  'tis  heaven  at  last ! 


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HEAVEN  AT  LAST. 


What  a  city  !  what  a  glory  ! 
Far  beyond  the  brightest  story 
Of  the  ages  old  and  hoary ; 

Ah,  'tis  heaven  at  last ! 

Softest  voices,  silver  pealing, 
Freshest  fragrance,  spirit-healing, 
Happy  hymns  around  us  stealing ; 

Ah,  'tis  heaven  at  last ! 

Gone  the  vanity  and  folly. 
Gone  the  dark  and  melancholy, 
Come  the  joyous  and  the  holy  ; 

Ah,  'tis  heaven  at  last ! 

Not  a  broken  blossom  yonder. 
Not  a  link  can  snap  asunder, 
Stayed  the  tempest,  sheathed  the  thunder 
Ah,  'tis  heaven  at  last  1 

Not  a  tear-drop  ever  falleth. 
Not  a  pleasure  ever  palleth. 
Song  to  song  for  ever  calleth  ; 

Ah,  'tis  heaven  at  last ! 

Christ  Himself  the  living  splendour, 
Christ  the  sunlight  mild  and  tender ; 
Praises  to  the  Lamb  we  render ; 

Ah,  'tis  heaven  at  last ! 

Now  at  length  the  veil  is  rended. 
Now  the  pilgrimage  is  ended. 
And  the  saints  their  thrones  ascended ; 
Ah,  'tis  heaven  at  last ! 


THE   GRAVES   OF   OCEAN 


Broken  death's  dread  bands  that  bound  us^, 
Life  and  victory  around  us  ; 
Christ,  the  King,  Himself  hath  crowned  us 
Ah,  'tis  heaven  at  last ! 


THE  GRAVES  OF  OCEAN. 

The  sea  gave  up  the  dead  which  were  in  it. 
Rev.  XX.  13. 

.EEPdovvn  beneath  the  unresting  surge 
l(\]])        There  is  a  peaceful  tomb  ; 
Storm  raves  above,  calm  reigns 
below ; 

Safe,  safe  from  ocean's  wreck  and  woe ; 
Safe  from  its  tide's  unceasing  flow, 
The  weary  find  a  home. 

Calm  shelter  from  Time's  vexing  winds ; 

Sure  anchorage  at  last ! 
The  blinding  sea-drift  blinds  not  here ; 
No  breaker's  boom  the  sleepers  fear. 
No  angry  typhoon  hovers  near  ; 

Their  latest  storm  is  past. 

Done  now  with  peril  and  with  toil, 
They  sleep  the  blessed  sleep. 

The  last  wild  hurricane  is  o'er  ; 

All  silent  now  life's  thunder-roar, 

All  quiet  now  the  wreck-strewn  shore ; — 
'Tis  we,  not  they,  who  weep. 


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THE  GRAVES   OF  OCEAN. 


Who  dies  in  Christ  the  Lord  dies  well, 

Though  on  the  lonely  main : 
As  soft  the  pillow  of  the  deep, 
As  tranquil  the  uncurtained  sleep, 
As  on  the  couch  where  fond  ones  weep ; — 
And  they  shall  rise  again. 

Not  safer  on  the  sea  of  glass     . 

Before  the  throne  of  God ! 
As  sacred  is  that  ocean-cave, 
Where  weeds  instead  of  myrtles  wave  ; 
As  near  to  God  that  unknown  grave. 

As  the  dear  churchyard's  sod. 

O'er  the  loved  clay  God  sets  His  watch, 

The  angels  guard  it  well. 
Till  summoned  by  the  trumpet  loud, 
Like  star  emerging  from  the  cloud. 
Or  blossom  from  its  sheltering  shroud. 

It  leaves  its  ocean-cell. 

The  sea  shall  give  them  back,  though  death 
The  well-known  form  destroy  ; 

Nor  rock,  nor  sand,  nor  foam  can  chain, 

Nor  mortal  prison-house  retain. 

Each  atom  shall  awake  again, 
And  rise  with  song  and  joy. 

The  cold  sea's  coldest,  hardest  depths 

Shall  hear  the  trump  of  God  ; 
Death's  reign  on  sea  and  land  is  o'er, 
God's  treasured  dust  he  must  restore, 
God's  buried  gems  he  holds  no  more. 
Beneath  or  wave  or  clod. 


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THE   GRAVES   OF   OCEAN. 

When  the  cold  billow  covered  them, 

No  solemn  prayer  was  said  ; 
Yet  not  the  less  their  crown  shall  be 
In  the  great  morn  of  victory, 
When,  from  their  mortal  fetters  free, 

They  leave  their  peaceful  bed. 

What  though  to  speak  the  words  of  love 
No  dear  ones  then  could  come  ; 

Without  a  name  upon  their  bier, 

A  brother's  or  a  sister's  tear. 

Their  heaven  will  be  as  bright  and  near, 
As  from  their  boyhood's  home. 

Star  of  the  promised  morning,  rise  ! 

Star  of  the  throbbing  wave, 
Ascend  !   and  o'er  the  sable  brine 
With  resurrection-splendour  shine  ; 
Burst  through  the  clouds  with  beams  divine. 

Mighty  to  shine  and  save. 

O  Morning-star  !   O  risen  Lord  ! 

Destroyer  of  the  tomb  ! 
Star  of  the  living  and  the  dead. 
Lift  up  at  length  thy  long-veiled  head, 
O'er  land  and  sea  Thy  glories  shed  ; — 
Light  of  the  morning,  come  ! 

Into  each  tomb  Thy  radiance  pour. 

Let  life,  not  death,  prevail. 
Make  haste,  great  Conqueror,  make  haste  ! 
Call  up  the  dead  of  ages  past. 
Gather  thy  precious  gems  at  last, 

From  ocean's  deepest  vale. 


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Speak,  mighty  Life,  and  wake  the  dead  ! 

Like  statue  from  the  stone, 
Like  music  from  long  broken  strings, 
Like  gushings  from  deserted  springs, 
Like  dew  upon  the  dawn's  soft  vWngs, 
Rouse  each  beloved  one  ! 


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A    CRY    FROM  THE    DEPTHS. 

ERE  in  Thy  royal  presence,  Lord,  I 
stand  ; 
I  give  myself,  my  all,  to  Thee  ; 
Thou  hast  redeemed  me  by  Thy  precious 
blood ; 
Thine  only  will  I  be. 
No  love  but  Thine,  but  Thine,  can  me  re- 
lieve, 
No  light  but  Thine,  but  Thine,  will  I  receive. 
No  light,  no  love,  but  Thine  ! 

Take,  take  me  as  I  am  !     Thou  need'st  me 
not, 
I  know  Thou  need'st  me  not  at  all. 
All  heaven  is  Thine,  all  earth,  each  morning- 
star  ; 
High  angels  wait  Thy  call ; 
I  am  the  poorest  of  Thy  creatures,  I 
The  child  of  evil  and  dark  misery  ; — 
Yet  take  me  as  I  am  ! 


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A    CRY  FROM   THE  DEPTHS. 

Perhaps  Thou  overlookest  me ;   too  small 

A  mote  of  being  for  Thine  eye 
To  rest  on,  or  to  care  for  ;  far  beneath 

Thine  awful  majesty. 
But  still  I  am  a  thing  of  life,  I  know, 
And  made  for  everlasting  joy  and  woe  ; — 
Turn  not  Thine  eye  away. 

Perhaps  Thou  dost  repent  of  making  me  ? 

And  yet,  this,  O  my  God,  I  know. 
That  I  am  made,  made  by  Thine  own  great 
hand, 
Though  least  of  all  below  ; 
Myself  I  cannot  alter  or  unmake, 
Oh  wilt  thou  not  this  soul  of  mine  new-make  ? 
New-make  me,  O  my  God ! 

Perhaps  for  aught  of  good  I  am  unfit, 

Most  worthless  and  most  useless  all  ; 
Yet  make  me  but  the  meanest  thing  that 
lives, 
Within  Thy  Salem's  wall. 
I  shall  be  well  content,  my  God,  to  be, 
Or  do,  or  suffer  aught  that  pleaseth  Thee ; — 
Oh  cast  me  not  away. 

It  would  not  cost  Thee  dear  to  bless  me.  Lord  ; 

A  word  w^ould  do  it,  or  a  sign  ; 
It  needs  no  more  from  Thee,  no  more,  my 
God; 

Thy  words  have  power  divine. 
And  Oh  the  boundless  blessedness  to  me, 


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Loved,  saved,  forgiven,  renewed  and  blessed 

by  Thee ! 
V  Oh  speak.  Oh  speak  the  word ! 

Life  ebbs  apace,  my  night  is  coming  fast ; 

My  cheek  is  wan,  my  hair  is  grey  ; 
I  am  not  what  I  was  when  on  me  blazed 

The  noon  of  youth's  bright  day. 
Make  haste  to  do  for  me  what  thus  I  plead, 

0  Thou  the  succourer  of  my  great  need, 

Oh  love  and  comfort  me. 

1  know  the  blood  of  Thine  eternal  Son 

Has  power  to  cleanse  even  me  ; 
Oh  wash  me  now  in  that  all-precious  blood  ; 

Give  my  soul  purity  ; 
Scatter  the  darkness,  bid  the  day-star  shine, 
Light  up  the  midnight  of  this  soul  of  mine  ; 
Let  all  be  song  and  joy  ! 


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To  holy  realms  unseen, 
Where  death  hath  never  been, 
WTiere  He  hath  His  abode, 
Who  is  my  God  ! 

Life  is  the  wind-snapped  bough. 

And  I  a  little  bird  ; 
My  motherland  a  fairer,  calmer  clime, 

Whose  olive-groves  no  storm  has  ever 
stirred ; — - 
A  little  bird  that  came  from  far. 
Beyond  the  evening  star, 
Alighting  in  my  untired  flight 
Upon  this  tree  of  night. 
Yet,  ere  another  sun 
His  race  shall  have  begun, 
I  shall  have  passed  from  sight, 
To  realms  of  truer  light. 
These  twilight  skies  above, 
To  be  with  Him  I  love, 
My  God,  my  God. 

Life  is  the  mountain-lake. 

And  I  a  drifting  cloud, 
Or  a  cloud's  broken  shadow  on  the  wave, 

One  of  the  silent  multitude  that  crowd, 
With  ever-varying  pace, 
Across  the  water's  face  I 
Soon  must  I  pass  from  earth. 
To  the  calm  azure  of  my  better  birth, 
My  sky  of  holy  bliss  ; 
With  Him  in  love  and  peace. 


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LIFE  AND   I. 


To  have  my  long  abode, 
Who  is  my  God  ! 

Life  is  the  tossing  ark, 

And  I  the  wandering  dove, 
Resting  to-day  mid  clouds  and  waters  dark, 
To-morrow  to  my  peaceful  olive-grove, 
Returning,  in  glad  haste. 
Across  time's  billowy  waste, 
For  evermore  to  rest, 
Upon  the  faithful  breast, 
Of  Him  who  is  my  King, 
My  Christ  and  God  ! 

Life  is  the  changing  deep. 

And  I  a  little  wave. 
Rising  a  moment  and  then  passing  down, 

Amid  my  fellows  to  a  peaceful  grave  ; 
For  this  is  not  my  rest, 
It  is  not  here  I  can  be  blessed. 
Far  from  this  sea  of  strife. 
With  Christ  is  hid  my  life. 
With  Christ  my  glorious  Lord, 
My  King  and  God. 

Life  is  a  well-strung  lyre. 

And  I  a  wandering  note. 
Struck  from  its  cunning  chords,  and  left  alone 

A  moment  in  the  quivering  air  to  float ; 
Then  without  echo,  die  ; 
And  upward  from  this  earthly  jarring  fly, 
To  form  a  truer  note  above 


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BlilGHT  FEET   OF  MAY. 


In  the  great  song  of  joy  and  love, 

The  never-ending,  never-jarring  song 

Of  the  immortal  throng  ; 

Sung  to  the  praise  of  Him 

Who  is  at  once  its  leader  and  its  theme, 

My  Christ,  my  King,  my  God  ! 


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BRIGHT  FEET  OF  MAY. 

JrIP  along,  bright  feet  of  May, 
'  Trip  along  from  day  to  day, 
Trip  along  in  sun  and  showers. 
Trip  along  and  wake  the  flowers, 
Trip  along  the  breezy  hills. 
Trip  beside  the  prattling  rills. 

Trip  along,  in  light  and  song. 
Trip  away,  all  fresh  and  gay. 
Trip  away,  bright  feet  of  May  ! 

Trip  along,  when  morning  shines, 
Trip  along,  when  day  declines, 
Trip  along,  when,  in  the  night. 
Moon  and  stars  are  sparkling  bright ; 
Trip  across  the  sunny  sea, 
Over  cloudland  high  and  free. 
Trip  along,  in  light  and  song. 
Trip  away,  all  fresh  and  gay. 
Trip  away,  bright  feet  of  May  ! 


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Trip  along-  the  budding  wood, 
O'er  the  moorland  solitude  ; 
Trip  through  garden,  field,  and  brake, 
Trip  beside  the  gleaming  lake  ; 
Revel  in  the  star-loved  dew, 
Drink  the  clear  sky's  summer-blue. 
Trip  along,  in  light  and  song. 
Trip  away,  all  fresh  and  gay. 
Trip  away,  bright  feet  of  May  ! 

Trip  along,  and,  as  you  move. 
Tell  the  springing  earth  of  love ; 
Tell  of  love  the  sunlight  free, 
Tell  of  love  the  bounding  sea, 
The  love  of  Him  who  gave  to  May 
The  sweetness  of  its  smiling  day. 
Trip  along,  in  light  and  song, 
Trip  away,  all  fresh  and  gay. 
Trip  away,  bright  feet  of  May  ! 


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VOX    MATUTINA. 


ARTH'S  lamps  are  growing  dim 
The  Church's  early  hymn 
Comes  up  in  slow,  soft  sound. 
Like  music  from  the  ground ; 
Her  old  prophetic  psalm 
Fills  the  deep  twilight  calm  ! 


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Not  yet  his  blossom-wreath 
Of  beams  from  climes  beneath, 
The  happy  sun  has  bound 
These  mountain-peaks  around ; 
Hardly  yon  cloudlet  high 
Has  caught  the  radiancy. 

Only  the  stars  look  pale, 
As  if  some  luminous  veil 
Were  passing  o'er  their  face. 
Taking,  yet  adding  grace. 
Hiding,  yet  giving  light 
To  these  fair  gems  of  night. 

The  beacon-lights  still  gleam 
Along  the  ocean-stream. 
Goes  up  no  city  smoke, 
No  city-hum  has  broke 
Earth's  sleep,  or  sounded  forth 
Another  morning's  birth. 

Shake  off  from  us  the  night, 
O  God  !    As  sons  of  light 
Prepare  us  for  the  day, 
That  at  the  first  faint  ray 
Of  morn  in  eastern  skies 
We  may  v^^ith  joy  arise. 

What  though  night's  silence  still 
Broods  over  plain  and  hill ; 
These  shades  shall  soon  be  past, 


HOMEWARDS. 


The  Daystar  comes  at  last, 
And  we  shall  welcome  Him 
With  our  clear  morning  hymn. 


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HOMEWARDS. 


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ROPPING  down  the  troubled  river, 
To  the  tranquil,  tranquil  shore  ; 
Dropping  down  the  misty  river, 
Time's  willow-shaded  river. 

To  the  spring-embosomed  shore ; 
Where  the  sweet  light  shineth  ever, 
And  the  sun  goes  down  no  more. 
O  wondrous,  wondrous  shore  ! 

Dropping  down  the  winding  river, 

To  the  wide  and  welcome  sea ; 
Dropping  down  the  narrow  river, 
Man's  weary,  wayward  river. 

To  the  blue  and  ample  sea ; 
Where  no  tempest  wrecketh  ever. 

Where  the  sky  is  fair  and  free  ; 

O  joyous,  joyous  sea  ! 

Dropping  down  the  noisy  river, 

To  our  peaceful,  peaceful  home  ; 
Dropping  down  the  turbid  river. 
Earth's  bustling,  crowded  river. 


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I  GO   TO  LIFE. 


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To  our  gentle,  gentle  home  ; 
Where  the  rough  roar  riseth  never, 
And  the  vexings  cannot  come  ; 
O  loved  and  longed  for  home ! 

Dropping  down  the  eddying  river, 

With  a  Helmsman  true  and  tried  ; 
Dropping  down  the  perilous  river, 

Mortality's  dark  river, 

With  a  sure  and  heavenly  Guide  ; 
Even  Him  who,  to  deliver 

My  soul  from  death,  hath  died ; 

O  Helmsman  true  and  tried  ! 

Dropping'  down  the  rapid  river. 

To  the  dear  and  deathless  land ; 
Dropping  down  the  well-known  river. 
Life's  swoll'n  and  rushing  river, 

To  the  resurrection-land ; 
Where  the  living  live  for  ever, 

And  the  dead  have  joined  the  band 

O  fair  and  blessed  land  ! 


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I  GO  TO  LIFE. 

GO  to  life  and  not  to  death ; 

From  darkness  to  life's  native  sky 
I  go  from  sickness  and  from  pain 
To  health  and  immortality. 


I  GO   TO  LIFE. 


Let  our  farewell  then  be  tearless, 
Since  I  bid  farewell  to  tears  ; 

Write  this  day  of  my  departure 
Festive  in  your  coming  years. 

I  go  from  poverty  to  wealth, 

From  rags  to  raiment  angel-fair, 
From  the  pale  leanness  of  this  flesh 

To  beauty  such  as  saints  shall  wear. 
Let  our  farewell  then  be  tearless, 

Since  I  bid  farewell  to  tears ; 
Write  this  day  of  my  departure 

Festive  in  your  coming  years. 


I  go  from  chains  to  liberty. 

These  fetters  will  be  broken  soon  ; 
Forth  over  Eden's  fragrant  fields 

I  walk  beneath  a  glorious  noon. 
Let  our  farewell  then  be  tearless, 

Since  I  bid  farewell  to  tears ; 
Write  this  day  of  my  departure 

Festive  in  your  coming  years. 

For  toil  there  comes  the  crowned  rest 

Instead  of  burdens,  eagle's  wings ; 
And  I,  even  I,  this  life-long  thirst 

Shall  quench  at  everlasting  springs. 
Let  our  farewell  then  be  tearless, 

Since  I  bid  farewell  to  tears ; 
Write  this  day  of  my  departure 

Festive  in  your  coming  years. 


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THE   BATTLE-SOJSG    OF   THE   CHURCH. 

God  lives  !     Who  says  that  I  must  die  ? 

I  cannot,  while  Jehovah  liveth  ! 
Christ  lives !   I  cannot  die,  but  live; 

He  life  to  me  for  ever  giveth. 
Let  our  farewell  then  be  tearless. 

Since  I  bid  farewell  to  tears; 
Write  this  day  of  my  departure 

Festive  in  your  coming  years. 


THE  BATTLE-SONG  OF  THE 
CHURCH. 

EAR  not  the  foe,  thou  flock  of  God, 
Fear  not  the  sword,  the  spear,  the  rod, 
s^^^®  Fear  not  the  foe  I 

He  fights  in  vain  who  fights  with  thee ; 
Soon  shalt  thou  see  his  armies  flee, 
Himself  laid  low. 

Come,  cheer  thee  to  the  toil  and  fight ; 
Tis  God,  thy  God,  defends  the  right; 

He  leads  thee  on. 
His  sword  shall  scatter  every  foe. 
His  shield  shall  ward  off'  every  blow ; — 

The  crown  is  won. 

His  is  the  battle.  His  the  power. 
His  is  the  triumph  in  that  hour ; 

In  Him  be  strong. 


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ME  LIVETH   LONG 


So  round  thy  brow  the  wreath  shall  twine, 
So  shall  the  victory  be  thine, 

And  thine  the  song. 

Not  long  the  sigh,  the  toil,  the  sweat, 
Not  long  the  fight-day's  wasting  heat ; 

The  shadows  come. 
Slack  not  thy  weapon  in  the  fight ; 
Courage !  for  God  defends  the  right  ; 

Strike  home  !  strike  home  1 


HE  LIVETH  LONG  W^O  LIVETH 
WELL. 


E  liveth  long  who  liveth  well ! 

All  other  life  is  short  and  vain ; 
He  liveth  longest  who  can  tell 
Of  living  most  for  heavenly  gain. 


He  liveth  long  who  liveth  well ! 

All  else  is  being  flung  away; 
He  liveth  longest  who  can  tell 

Of  true  things  truly  done  each  day. 

Waste  not  thy  being ;  back  to  Him, 
Who  freely  gave  it,  freely  give. 

Else  is  that  being  but  a  dream, 
'Tis  but  to  he,  and  not  to  live. 


WHO   LIVETH   WELL. 


Be  wise,  and  use  thy  wisdom  well ; 

Who  wisdom  speaks  must  live  it  too ; 
He  is  the  wisest  who  can  tell 

How  first  he  lived,  then  spoke,  the  true. 

Be  what  thou  seemest ;  live  thy  creed ; 

Hold  up  to  earth  the  torch  divine ; 
Be  what  thou  prayest  to  be  made  ; 

Let  the  great  Master's  steps  be  thine. 

Fill  up  each  hour  with  what  will  last ; 

Buy  up  the  moments  as  they  go ; 
The  life  above,  when  this  is  past. 

Is  the  ripe  fruit  of  life  below. 

Sow  truth  if  thou  the  true  wouldst  reap  ; 

Who  sows  the  false  shall  reap  the  vain: 
Erect  and  sound  thy  conscience  keep ; 

From  hollow  words  and  deeds  refrain. 

Sow  love,  and  taste  its  fruitage  pure ; 

Sow  peace,  and  reap  its  harvest  bright; 
Sow  sunbeams  on  the  rock  and  moor, 

And  find  a  harvest-home  of  light. 


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THE   SIN   AND   THE   SINBEARER. 

iUMANITY  hath  sinned  ! 

Not  Adam,  but  the  race  has  met  its 
fall ; 

Life  has  gone  out  from  earth, 
Who  shall  that  life  recall  ? 

He  only  who  is  man  ! 

Man  and  yet  God, — He  can  undo  the  fall ; 
True  flesh  and  blood  of  earth, 

He  can  that  life  recall. 

Creation  has  been  struck ! 

Not  Eden,  but  the  universal  earth ;     , 
All  things  beneath  the  sun 

Are  smitten  from  their  birth. 

He  only  loves  and  saves  ! 

Whose  cross  hath  borne  creation's  deadly 
wrong ; 
Whose  blood  shall  purge  away 

Creation's  stains  ere  long. 

He,  the  last  Adam,  lives  ; 

He  died,  was  buried,  and  yet  liveth  still ; 
Victor  o'er  hellish  hate, 

Victor  o'er  human  ill ! 

His  life  is  life  for  us ! 

His  joy,  His  crown.  His  glory  are  our  own  ; 
For  us  He  fought  the  fight. 

For  us  He  won  the  throne. 


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THE   GREAT   MESSAGE. 

Quo  vos  magistri  gloria,  quo  salus 
Invitat  orbis,  saucta  cohors  Dei 
Portate  verbum. — Old  Hymn. 

APOSTLES  of  the  risen  Christ,  go  forth  ! 
Let  love  compel. 
Go,  and  in  risen  power  proclaim  his 
worth, 
O'er  every  region  of  the  dead,  cold  earth, — 
His  glory  tell  ! 

Tell  how  He  lived,  and  toiled,  and  wept  below; 

Tell  all  His  love  ; 
Tell  the  dread  wonders  of  His  awful  woe  ; 
Tell  how  He  fought  our  fight,  andsmote  ourfoe, 

Then  rose  above  ! 

Tell  how  in  weakness  He  was  crucified, 

But  rose  in  power  ; 
Went  up  on  high,  accepted,  glorified ; 
News  of  His  victory  spread  far  and  wide. 

From  hour  to  hour. 

Tell  how  He  sits  at  the  right  hand  of  God 

In  glory  bright, 
Making  the  heaven  of  heavens  His  glad  abode ; 
Tell  how  He  cometh  with  the  iron  rod 

His  foes  to  smite. 


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THE   BETTER    WILL. 


Tell  how  Hiskingdom  shall  through  ages  stand, 

And  never  cease ; 
Spreading  like  sunshine  over  every  land, 
All  nations  bowing  to  His  high  command, 

Great  Prince  of  peace  ! 


THE  BETTER   WILL. 

"^^^^■j^  have,  each  day,  the  thing  I  wish. 
=^^        Lord,  that  seems  best  to  me  ; 
^^  But  not  to  have  the  thing  I  wish. 
Lord,  that  seems  best  to  Thee. 

'Tis  hard  to  say  without  a  sigh. 
Lord,  let  Thy  will  be  done  ; 

'Tis  hard  to  say.  My  will  is  Thine, 
And  Thine  is  mine  alone. 


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Most  truly  then  Thy  will  is  done, 
When  mine,  O  Lord,  is  crossed ; 

'Tis  good  to  see  my  plans  o'erthrown. 
My  ways  in  Thine  all  lost. 

Whate'er  Thy  purpose  be,  O  Lord, 
In  things  or  great  or  small. 

Let  each  minutest  part  be  done. 
That  Thou  may'st  still  be  all. 


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HYMy    OF   THE   LAST  DAYS. 

In  all  the  little  things  of  life, 
Thyself,  Lord,  may  I  see; 

In  little  and  in  great  alike 
Reveal  Thy  love  to  me. 

So  shall  my  undivided  life 

To  Thee,  my  God,  be  given ; 

And  all  this  earthly  course  below 
Be  one  dear  path  to  heaven. 


HYMN  OF  THE  LAST  DAYS. 

Quia  iniquitas 

Multum  excrescit ; 

Fervida  charitas 
Heu  refrigescit. 

Old  Hymn, 

Quantum  accedit  finis  raundi  crescunt  errores, 
crebrescunt  terrores;  crescit  iniquitas,  ci-escit  infide- 
litas. — August. 

ELP,  mighty  God  ! 

The  strong  man  bows  himself. 
The  good  and  \\ise  are  few. 
The  standard-bearers  faint, 
The  enemy  prevails. 
Help,  God  of  might. 
In  this  Thy  Church's  night ! 


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Help,  mighty  God  ! 

Evil  is  now  our  good, 
And  error  is  our  truth, 

Darkness  is  now  our  light, 
Iniquity  o'erflows. 
Help,  God  of  might. 
Defend,  defend  the  right  ! 

Help,  mighty  God  ! 

Men  turn  their  ear  away 
From  the  great  voice  divine  ; 

And  each  one  seeks  his  own 
Dark  oracle  of  lies. 
Help,  God  of  might, 
The  idols.  Lord,  affright ! 


Help,  mighty  God  ! 

Men  slight  the  grace  divine. 
They  mock  the  glorious  love  ; 
And  the  great  gift  of  God 
Is  as  a  thing  of  nought. 
Help,  God  of  might. 
The  foe  arise  and  smite  ! 


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Help,  mighty  God ! 

The  blind  now  lead  the  blind, 
Man  has  become  as  God, 


The  tree  of  knowledge  now 


Bears  its  last,  ripest  fruit ! 
Help,  God  of  might. 
For  us  come  forth  and  fight ! 


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Help,  mighty  God  ! 

The  perfect  word  of  heaven 
Is  as  the  Sibyl's  scroll ; 

And  the  great  mount  of  God 
Is  as  Dodona's  shrine. 
Help,  God  of  might, 
And  in  the  dark  give  light  ! 

Help,  mighty  God ! 

The  cross  is  growing  old. 
And  the  great  sepulchre 

Is  but  a  Hebrew  tomb  ! 
The  Christ  has  died  in  vain  ! 
Help,  God  of  might. 
Else  shall  faith  perish  quite  ! 

Help,  mighty  God  ! 

The  Christ  of  ages  past 
Is  now  the  Christ  no  more  ! 
Altar  and  fire  are  gone, 
The  victim  but  a  dream  ! 
Help,  God  of  might. 
Put  the  fierce  foe  to  flight ! 

Help,  mighty  God ! 

The  world  is  waxing  grey. 
And  charity  grows  chill, 
And  faith  is  at  its  ebb, 
And  hope  is  withering  ! 
Help,  God  of  might. 
Appear  in  glory  bright ! 


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CREATION  IN  EARNEST. 

EVER-EARNEST  sun ! 
Unwearied  in  thy  work, 
Unhalting  in  thy  course, 
Unlingering  in  thy  path, 

Teach  me  thy  earnest  ways. 
That  mine  may  be  a  life  of 
stedfast  work  and  praise, 

O  ever-earnest  stars  ! 

Unchanging  in  your  light. 
Unfaltering  in  your  race. 
Unswerving  in  your  round, 

Teach  me  your  earnest  ways. 
That  mine  may  be  a  life  of  sted- 
fast work  and  praise. 

O  ever-earnest  earth  ! 

Doing  thy  Maker's  work, 
Fulfilling  His  great  will. 
With  all  thy  morns  and  evens. 
Teach  me  thy  earnest  ways. 
That  mine  may  be  a  life  of  sted- 
fast work  and  praise. 

O  ever-earnest  streams  ! 

Flowing  still  on  and  on. 
Through  vale,  or  field,  or  moor. 
In  darkness  or  in  light. 


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THE    THREE    WEEPERS. 


Teach  me  your  earnest  ways, 
That  mine  may  be  a  life  of  sted- 
fast  work  and  praise. 

O  ever-earnest  flowers  ! 

That  with  untiring  growth 
Shoot  up,  and  spread  abroad 
Your  fragrance  and  your  joy, 

Teach  me  your  earnest  ways, 
That  mine  may  be  a  life  of  sted- 
fast  work  and  praise. 

O  ever-earnest  sea  ! 

Constant  in  flow  and  ebb. 
Heaving  to  moon  and  sun, 
Unchanging  in  thy  change, 

Teach  me  thy  earnest  ways, 
That  mine  may  be  a  life  of  sted- 
fast  work  cind  praise. 


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THE  THREE  WEEPERS. 

ORROW  weeps  !— 
And  drowns  its  bitterness  in  tears  ; 
My  child  of  sorrow. 
Weep  out  the  fulness  of  thy  pas- 
sionate grief. 


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THE   THREE   WEEPERS. 


And  drown  in  tears 

The  bitterness  of  lonely  years. 

God  gives  the  rain  and  sunshine 

mild, 
And  both  are  best,  my  child ! 

Joy  weeps ! — 

And  overflows  its  banks  with  tears ; 

My  child  of  joy, 

Weep  out  the  gladness  of  thy  pent-up 

heart, 
And  let  thy  glistening  eyes 
Run  over  in  their  ecstasies ; 
Life  needeth  joy;  but  from  on  high 
Descends  what  cannot  die  ! 

Love  weeps  ! — 

And  feeds  its  silent  life  with  tears ; 

My  child  of  love, 

Pour  out  the  riches  of  thy  yearning 

heart. 
And,  like  the  air  of  even. 
Give  and  take  back  the  dew  of  heaven 
And  let  that  longing  heart  of  thine 
Feed  upon  love  divine! 


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HE  DIED  AND  LIVES. 

HEAR  the  words  of  love, 
I  gaze  upon  the  blood, 

I  see  the  mighty  sacrifice, 
And  I  have  peace  with  God. 


'Tis  everlasting  peace  ! 

Sure  as  Jehovah's  name, 
'Tis  stable  as  His  steadfast  throne, 

For  evermore  the  same. 

The  clouds  may  go  and  come, 
And  storms  may  sweep  my  sky. 

This  blood-sealed  friendship  changes  not 
The  cross  is  ever  nigh. 

My  love  is  ofttimes  low. 
My  joy  still  ebbs  and  flows, 

But  peace  with  Him  remains  the  same, 
No  change  Jehovah  knows. 

That  which  can  shake  the  cross 
May  shake  the  peace  it  gave. 

Which  tells  me  Christ  has  never  died. 
Or  never  left  the  grave  ! 

Till  then  my  peace  is  sure, 

It  will  not,  cannot  yield, 
Jesus,  I  know,  has  died  and  lives, — 

On  this  firm  rock  I  build. 


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I  change,  He  changes  not, 
The  Christ  can  never  die  ; 

His  love,  not  mine,  the  resting-place, 
His  truth,  not  mine,  the  tie. 

The  cross  still  stands  unchanged, 
Though  heaven  is  now  His  home, 

The  mighty  stone  is  rolled  away. 
But  yonder  is  His  tomb  ! 

And  yonder  is  my  peace, 
The  grave  of  all  my  woes ! 

I  know  the  Son  of  God  has  come, 
I  know  He  died  and  rose. 

I  know  He  liveth  now, 

At  God's  right  hand  above, 

I  know  the  throne  on  which  He  sits, 
I  know  His  truth  and  love ! 


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HE    WEPT   OVER   IT. 


HOW  me  the  tears,  the  tears  of  tender 

love, 
Wept  over  Salem  in  her  evil  day; 
When  grace  and  righteousness  together  strove. 
And  grace  at  length  to  righteousness  gave 
way. 


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HE    WEPT   OVER   IT. 


Dread  hour  of  conflict  between  law  and  love !  — 
WTien  not  fromtearscouldstThou,0  Christ, 
refrain ; 
When  grace  went  forth  to  save,  but  like  the 
dove, 
Returned  disconsolate,  its  errand  vain. 

Theirs  the  great  woe,  yet  Thine,  O  Lord,  the 
deep 

And  awful  anguish  for  their  coming  fears  \ 
Thou  weepedst  because  they  refused  to  weep, 

And  grief  divine  found  vent  in  human  tears. 

They  closed  the  ear  against  Thy  tender  words ; 
They  chose  another  lord,  and  spurned  Thy 
sway  ; 
Thou  wouldst  have  drawn  them,  but  they 
snapped  Thy  cords ; 
Thou  wouldst  have  blessed  them,  but  they 
turned  away. 

Thou  lovedst  them,  but  they  would  not  be 
loved. 
And  human  hatred  fought  with  love  divine ; 
They  saw  Thee  shedthetearsof  love  unmoved. 
And  mocked  the  grace  that  would  have  made 
them  Thine. 

O  Son  of  God,  Who  camest  from  above 
To  take  my  flesh,  to  bear  my  bitter  cross; 

Show  me  Thy  tears.  Thy  tears  of  tender  love, 
That  I  for  Thee  may  count  all  gain  but  loss. 


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That  I  may  know  Thee,  and  by  Thee  be  known; 

That  I  may  love  Thee,  and  may  taste  Thy 
love  ; 
That  I  may  win  Thee,  and  in  Thee  a  crown ; 

That  I  may  rest  and  reign  with  Thee  above. 


BEGIN   WITH   GOD. 

EGIN  the  day  with  God  ! 

He  is  thy  sun  and  day  ; 
He  is  the  radiance  of  thy  dawn, 

To  Him  address  thy  lay. 

Sing  a  new  song  at  morn  ! 

Join  the  glad  woods  and  hills ; 
Join  the  fresh  winds  and  seas  and  plains, 

Join  the  bright  flowers  and  rills. 

Sing  thy  first  song  to  God  ! 

Not  to  thy  fellow-man  ; 
Not  to  the  creatures  of  His  hand, 

But  to  the  glorious  One. 

Awake,  cold  lips,  and  sing ! 

Arise,  dull  knees,  and  pray  ; 
Lift  up,  O  man,  thy  heart  and  eyes  ; 

Brush  slothfulness  away. 

Look  up,  beyond  these  clouds  ! 

Thither  thy  pathway  lies  ; 
Mount  up,  away,  and  linger  not. 

Thy  goal  is  yonder  skies. 


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THE    VOICE    OF   THE   BELOVED. 

Cast  every  weight  aside  I 

Do  battle  with  each  sin ; 
Fight  with  the  faithless  world  without, 

The  faithless  heart  within. 

Take  thy  first  meal  with  God ! 

He  is  thy  heavenly  food  ; 
Feed  with  and  on  Him ;  He  with  thee 

Will  feast  in  brotherhood. 

Take  thy  first  walk  with  God  ! 

Let  Him  go  forth  with  thee  ; 
By  stream  or  sea  or  mountain-path, 

Seek  still  His  company. 

Thy  first  transaction  be 

With  God  Himself  above  ; 
So  shall  thy  business  prosper  well. 

And  all  the  day  be  love. 


THE  VOICE  OF  THE  BELOVED. 


IS  the  Beloved  from  the  glory  calls ! 
?^=^|y    I  would  not,  even  though  I  might, 
delay. 
Like  a  home-greeting  the  glad  summons 
falls, 
And  I  unloitering  now,  must  haste  away. 


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'Tis  the  Beloved  from  the  mountain  calls  ! 

The  hill  of  incense,  where  the  gentle  day 
Rises  in  balm,  and  night  no  more  enthrals 

The  captive  earth,  in  its  bewildering  sway. 

'Tis  the  Beloved  from  the  city  calls  ! 

Oh,  joy  at  last  to  hear  the  song  of  day  ! 
It  steals  all  sweetly  down  from  these  bright 
walls, 
And  bids  these  cloudy  thoughts  and  dreams 
give  way. 

'Tis  the  Beloved  from  the  palace  calls  ! 

He  bids  me  quit  these  cells  of  crumbling 
clay; 
Doff  the  sad  sable  of  these  earthly  palls. 

And  join  the  joy  of  the  immortal  lay. 

'Tis  the  Beloved  from  the  feast-board  calls  ! 

The  Bridegroom  bids  His  Bride  no  longer 
stay; 
Upward  He  beckons  to  the  royal  halls. 

To  bask  in  royal  love  and  light  for  aye. 

'Tis  the  Beloved  from  His  vineyard  calls  ! 

Winter  is  past,  now  breathes  the  fragrant 
May; 
The  desert-fasts  are  o'er,  and  festivals 

Begin;  my  love,  arise  and  come  away. 

'Tis  the  Beloved  from  the  temple  calls  ! 

And  I,  His  priest,  with  willing  feet,  obey. 
With  stole,  and  crown,  and  censer.  He  instals 

His  risen  priesthood  in  the  new  array. 


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THE  NEW  SONG. 


Oh  call,  Beloved  ! — Heavenly  Bridegroom, 
call! 
Am  I  not  listening  for  the  long-loved 
voice  ? 
Oh  keep  not  silence  !   Call,  Beloved,  call, 
And  bid  this  longing  heart  at  length  re- 
joice ! 


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THE  NEW  SONG. 

t^^'EYOND  the  hills  where  suns  go 
down, 

^^       And  brightly  beckon  as  they  go ; 
I  see  the  land  of  far  renown, 

The  land  which  I  so  soon  shall  know. 

Above  the  dissonance  of  time, 
And  discord  of  its  angry  words, 

I  hear  the  everlasting  chime. 
The  music  of  unjarring  chords. 

I  bid  it  welcome  ;  and  my  haste 
To  join  it  cannot  brook  delay  ; — 

O  song  of  morning,  come  at  last, 
And  ye  who  sing  it,  come  away  ! 

O  song  of  light,  and  dawn,  and  bliss, 
Sound  over  earth,  and  fill  these  skies. 

Nor  ever,  ever,  ever  cease 
Thy  soul-entrancing  melodies. 


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Glad  song-  of  this  disburdened  earth, 
Which  holy  voices  then  shall  sing 

Praise  for  creation's  second  birth, 
And  glory  to  creation's  King  I 


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NOT   WHAT   THESE    HANDS    HAVE 
DONE. 


OT  what  these  hands  have  done 


Can  save  this  guilty  soul ; 
Not  what  this  toiling  flesh  has  borne 
Can  make  my  spirit  whole. 


Not  what  I  feel  or  do 

Can  give  me  peace  with  God  ; 
Not  all  my  prayers,  and  sighs,  and  tears, 

Can  bear  my  awful  load. 

Thy  work  alone,  O  Christ, 
Can  ease  this  weight  of  sin  ; 

Thy  blood  alone,  O  Lamb  of  God, 
Can  give  me  peace  within. 

Thy  love  to  me,  O  God, 

Not  mine,  O  Lord,  to  Thee, 
Can  rid  me  of  this  dark  unrest, 

And  set  my  spirit  free. 


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HANDS  HAVE  DONE. 


Thy  grace  alone,  O  God, 

To  me  can  pardon  speak ; 
Thy  power  alone,  O  Son  of  God, 

Can  this  sore  bondage  break. 

No  other  work,  save  Thine, 

No  meaner  blood  will  do  ; 
No  strength,  save  that  which  is  divine, 

Can  bear  me  safely  through. 

I  bless  the  Christ  of  God ; 

I  rest  on  love  divine ; 
And  with  unfaltering  lip  and  heart, 

I  call  this  Saviour  mine. 

His  cross  dispels  each  doubt ; 

I  bury  in  His  tomb 
Each  thought  of  unbelief  and  fear, 

Each  lingering  shade  of  gloom. 

I  praise  the  God  of  Grace  ; 

I  trust  His  truth  and  might ; 
He  calls  me  His,  I  call  Him  mine. 

My  God,  my  joy,  my  light. 

In  Him  is  only  good. 

In  me  is  only  ill ; 
My  ill  but  draws  His  goodness  forth, 

And  me  He  loveth  still. 

'Tis  He  who  saveth  me. 

And  freely  pardon  gives ; 
I  love  because  He  loveth  me, 

I  live  because  He  lives. 


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GOLD   AND   THE  HEART. 


My  life  with  Him  is  hid, 
My  death  has  passed  away, 

My  clouds  have  melted  into  light, 
My  midnight  into  day. 


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GOLD   AND    THE    HEART. 

~  OLD  filleth  none  ! 
That  which  has  life 
Alone  can  fill  the  living  ; 

That  which  has  love 

Alone  can  fill  the  loving. 

Gold  is  not  life  or  love. 

It  is  not  rest  or  joy  ; 

It  withers  up  the  heart, 

It  shrivels  up  the  soul ; 

It  filleth  coffers,  hearts  it  cannot  fill. 

Gold  healeth  none  ! 

It  has  no  balm  for  wounds. 

It  binds  no  broken  hearts. 

It  smooths  no  ruffled  brow. 

It  calms  no  inner  storm. 

It  cannot  buy  from  heaven 

One  drop  of  rain  or  dew. 

One  beam  of  sun  or  star. 

Far  less  the  heavenly  shower. 

Or  light,  that  has  the  healing  in  its  wings. 


SANCTA   THERESA. 

Mihi  oppidum  career,  et  solitudo  Paradisus  est. 
— Jerome . 

O  quoties  in  eremo  constitutus,  putabam  me  Ro- 
manis  interesse  deliciis.  .  .  Illeego  qui  ob  gehennae 
metum  tali  me  carcere  damnaveram,  saepe  choris 
intereram  puellarum.  Pallebant  ora  jejuniis.  et  mens 
desideriis  sestuabat,  .  .  sola  libidinum  incendia  buUie- 
bant.  Sunt  qui  humore  cellularum,  immoderatisque 
jejuniis,  tfedio  solitudinis,  ac  nimia  lectione,  vertun- 
tur  in  melancholiam. — Idem. 


IHIS  is  no  heaven  ! 
And  yet  they  told  me  that  all  hea- 
ven w^as  here, 
This  life  the  foretaste  of  a  life  more  dear ; 
That  all  beyond  this  convent-cell 
Was  but  a  fairer  hell ; 
That  all  was  ecstasy  and  song  v/ithin. 
That  all  w^ithout  w^as  tempest,  gloom,  and 

sin. 
Ah  me,  it  is  not  so. 
This  is  no  heaven,  I  know ! 

This  is  not  rest ! 

And  yet  they  told  me  that  all  rest  was  here  ; 
Within  these  walls  the  medicine  and  the 

cheer 
For  broken  hearts  ;  that  all  without 


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Was  trembling,  weariness,  and  doubt ; 
This  the  sure  ark  which  floats  above  the 

wave, 
Strong  in  life's  flood  to  shelter  and  to  save : 
This  the  still  mountain-lake. 
Which  winds  can  never  shake. 
Ah  me,  it  is  not  so, 
This  is  not  rest,  I  know  ! 


This  is  not  light ! 

And  yet  they  told  me  that  all  light  was 

here, — 
Light  of  the  holier  sphere  ; 
That,  through  this  lattice  seen, 
Clearer  and  more  serene, 
The  clear  stars  ever  shone  ; 
Shining  for  me  alone  ; 
And  the  bright  moon  more  bright, 
Seen,  in  the  lone  blue  night 
By  ever-watching  eyes. 
The  sun  of  convent  skies. 
Ah  me,  it  is  not  so. 
This  is  not  light,  I  know  ! 


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This  is  not  love  ! 

And  yet  they  told  me  that  all  love  was 

here, 
Sweetening  the  silent  atmosphere  ; 
All  green,  without  a  faded  leaf. 
All  smooth,  without  a  fret,  or  cross,  or 

grief; 


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Fresh  as  young  May, 

Yet  calm  as  Autumn's  softest  day. 

No  balm  like  convent-air, 

No  hues  of  Paradise  so  fair ! 

A  jealous,  peevish,  hating  world  beyond. 

Within,  love's  loveliest  bond  ; 

Envy  and  discord  in  the  haunts  of  men, 

Here,  Eden's  harmony  again. 

Ah  me,  it  is  not  so, 

Here  is  no  love,  I  know  I 


This  is  not  home  ! 

And  yet  for  this  I  left  my  girlhood's  bovver. 
Shook  the  fresh  dew  from  April's  budding 

flower. 
Cut  off  my  golden  heiir, 
Forsook  the  dear  and  fair, 
And  fled,  as  from  a  serpent's  eyes. 
Home  and  its  holiest  charities  ; 
Instead  of  all  things  beautiful. 
Took  this  decaying  skull. 
Hour  after  hour  to  feed  my  eye. 
As  if  foul  gaze  like  this  could  purify ; 
Broke  the  sweet  ties  that  God  had  given, 
And  sought  to  win  his  Heaven 
By  leaving  home-work  all  undone. 
The  home-race  all  unrun. 
The  fcdr  home-garden  all  untilled. 
The  home -affections  all  unfilled  ; 
As  if  these  common  rounds  of  work  and 
love 


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SANCTA  THERESA, 


Were  drags  to  one  whose  spirit  soared  above 
Life's  tame  and  easy  circle,  and  who  fain 
Would  earn  her  crown    by    self-sought   toil 

and  pain  ; 
Led  captive  by  a  mystic  power, 
Dazzled  by  visions  in  the  moody  hour. 
When,  sick  of  earth,  and  self,  and  vanity, 
I  longed  to  be  alone  or  die ; 
Mocked  by  my  own  self-brooding  heart, 
And  plied  with  every  wile  and  art 
That  could  seduce  a  young  and  yearning  soul 
To  start  for  some  mysterious  goal, 
And  seek,  in  cell  or  savage  waste, 
The    cure   of  blighted  hope   and   love  mis- 
placed. 


Yet  'tis  not  the  hard  bed,  nor  lattice  small. 
Nor  the  dull  damp  of  this  cold  convent-wall ; 
'Tis  not  the  frost  on  these  thick  prison-bars, 
Nor  the  keen  shiver  of  these  wintry  stars ; 
Not  this  coarse  raiment,  nor  this  coarser  food, 
Nor  bloodless  lip  of  withering  womanhood  ; 
'Tis  not  all  these  that  make  me  sigh  and  fret, 
'Tis  something  deeper  yet, — 
The  unutterable  void  within, 
The  dark  fierce  warfare  with  this  heart  of  sin. 
The  inner  bondage,  fever,  storm,  and  woe, 
The  hopeless  conflict  with  my  hellish  foe, 
'Gainst  whom  this  grated  lattice  is  no  shield. 
To  whom  this  cell  is  victory's  chosen  field. 


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Here  is  no  balm 

For  stricken  hearts  ;  no  calm 

For  fevered  souls  ;  no  cure 

For  minds  diseased ;  the  impure 

Becomes  impurer  in  this  stagnant  air  ; 

My  cell  becomes  my  tempter  and  my  snare, 

And  vainer  dreams  than  e'er  I  dreamt  before 

Crowd  in  at  its  low  door. 

And  have  I  fled,  my  God,  from  Thee, 

From  Thy  glad  love  and  liberty ; 

And  left  the  road  where  blessings  fall  like 
light. 

For  self-made    by-paths    shaded   o'er    with 
night  ? 
Oh  lead  me  back,  my  God, 
To  the  forsaken  road. 
Life's  common  beat,  that  there. 
Even  in  the  midst  of  toil  and  care, 
I  may  find  Thee, 
And  in  Thy  love  be  free  ! 


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LET  US  GO  FORTH. 

Heb.  xiii.  13. 

ILENT,  like  men  in  solemn  haste, 
Girded  wayfarers  of  the  waste, 
We  pass  out  at  the  world's  wide 
gate, 
Turning  our  back  on  all  its  state ; 
We  press  along  the  narrow  road 
That  leads  to  life,  to  bliss,  to  God. 

We  cannot  and  we  would  not  stay ; 

We  dread  the  snares  that  throng  the  way, 

We  fling  aside  the  weight  and  sin, 

Resolved  the  victory  to  win ; 

We  know  the  peril,  but  our  eyes 

Rest  on  the  splendour  of  the  prize. 

No  idling  now,  no  wasteful  sleep, 
From  Christian  toil  our  limbs  to  keep; 
No  shrinking  from  the  desperate  fight. 
No  thought  of  yielding  or  of  flight. 
No  love  of  present  gain  or  ease. 
No  seeking  man  nor  self  to  please. 

No  sorrow  for  the  loss  of  fame. 
No  dread  of  scandal  on  our  name  ; 
No  terror  for  the  world's  sharp  scorn, 
No  wish  that  taunting  to  return; 


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LET    US    GO   FORTH. 


No  hatred  can  our  hatred  move, 
And  enmity  but  kindles  love. 

No  sigh  for  laughter  left  behind, 
Or  pleasures  scattered  to  the  wind  ; 
No  looking  back  on  Sodom's  plains, 
No  listening  still  to  Babel's  strains, 
No  tears  for  Egypt's  song  and  smile, 
No  thirsting  for  its  flowing  Nile. 

No  vanity  nor  folly  now, 

No  fading  garland  round  our  brow. 

No  moody  musings  in  the  grove, 

No  pang  of  disappointed  love  ; 

With  the  brave  heart  and  steady  eye. 

We  onward  march  to  victory. 

What  though  with  weariness  oppress'd  ?- 
'Tis  but  a  little,  and  we  rest. 
This  throbbing  heart  and  burning  brain 
Will  soon  be  calm  and  cool  again. 
Night  is  far  spent  and  morn  is  near,— 
Morn  of  the  cloudless  and  the  clear  ! 


'Tis  but  a  little,  and  we  come 

To  our  reward,  our  crown,  our  home  ! 

Another  year,  it  may  be  less, 

And  we  have  crossed  the  wilderness, 

Finished  the  toil,  the  rest  begun, 

The  battle  fought,  the  triumph  won ! 


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THE  SINNEIi'S  BURIAL. 


We  grudge  not,  then,  the  toil,  the  way ; 

Its  ending  is  the  endless  day  ! 

We  shrink  not  from  these  tempests  keen, 

With  little  of  the  calm  between ; 

We  welcome  each  descending  sun  ; — 

Ere  morn,  our  joy  may  be  begun  ! 


THE   SINNER'S   BURIAL. 


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So  I  saw  the  wicked  buried,  who  had  come  and 
gone  from  the  place  of  the  holy ;  and  they  were  for- 
gotten in  the  city  where  they  had  so  done.— iS'ccZes. 
viii.  10. 


TRAPPED  in  a  Christless  shroud, 
He  sleeps  the  Christless  sleep 
Above  him  the  eternal  cloud. 
Beneath,  the  fiery  deep. 


Laid  in  a  Christless  tomb, 

There,  bound  with  felon-chain, 

He  waits  the  terrors  of  his  doom. 
The  judgment  and  the  pain. 

O  Christless  shroud,  how  cold. 
How  dark,  O  Christless  tomb  ! 

O  grief  that  never  can  grow  old, 
O  endless,  hopeless  doom  ! 


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THE   LOUD   NEEBETH  THEE. 


O  Christless  sleep,  how  sad  I 
VMiat  waking  shall  thou  know  ? 

For  thee  no  star,  no  dawning  glad. 
Only  the  lasting  woe  I 

To  rocks  and  hills  in  vain 

Shall  be  the  sinners  call  ; 
O  day  of  wrath,  and  death,  and  pain, 

The  lost  soul's  funeral  I 

O  Christless  soul,  awake 

Ere  thy  last  sleep  begin  ! 
O  Christ,  the  sleeper's  slumbers  break, 

Burst  thou  the  bands  of  sin  ! 

THE   LORD    NEEDETH   THEE. 

^ESUS,  Thou  needest  me. 

Even  me,  Thou  Light  divine, 

^I  O  Son  of  God,  Thou  needest  me. 
Thou  needest  sins  like  mine. 

Thy  fulness  needs  my  want, 
Thy  wealth  my  poverty  : 

Th}'  healing  skill  my  sickness  needs. 
Thy  joy  my  misery. 

Thy  strength  my  weakness  needs, 
Thy  grace  my  worthlessness  ; 

Thy  greatness  needs  a  worm  like  me 
To  cherish  and  to  bless. 


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THE   LORD   NEEDETH  THEE. 

Thy  life  needs  death  like  mine, 
To  show  its  quickening  power  ; 

Infinity  the  finite  needs, 
Th'  eternal  needs  the  hour. 

Earth  with  its  vales  and  hills, 

Needeth  the  daily  sun  ; 
This  daily  sun  of  ours, — it  needs 

An  earth  to  shine  upon. 

This  evil,  fro  ward  soul 

Needeth  a  love  like  Thine  ; 

A  love  like  Thine,  O  loving  Christ, 
Needeth  a  soul  like  mine. 


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Thy  fulness^  Son  of  God, 
Thus  needy  maketh  Thee  ; 

Thy  glory,  O  Thou  glorious  One, 
Seeketh  its  rest  in  me. 

It  was  Thy  need  of  me 

That  brought  Thee  from  above  ; 
It  is  my  need  of  Thee,  O  Lord, 

That  draws  me  to  Th}^  love. 


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That  gleam  like  fringes  of  these  cur- 
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Beckon  us  up,  and;,  as  ye  beckon,  draw, 
O  draw  us,  draw  us,  and  we  shall  arise  I 

Beckon  us  upward,  each  sky-loving  peak, 
WTiose  home  is  far  above  these  vales  of  sin; 

'Tis  earth  around  us,  but  from  you  there  breaks 
A  light  which  bids  us  rise  and  enter  in. 

The  sun  is  on  your  heights  !  And,  from  these 
cliffs. 

It  speaks  to  us  of  love  and  glory  there  ; 
Like  some  fresh,  joyous  angel  that  alights 

To  call  us  upward  to  the  good  and  fair. 

It  says,  the  better  Sun  is  just  at  hand. 

And  with  him  all  true  dayspring ; — O  great 
Sun, 
Sun  of  all  earth  and  heaven,  ascend  and  shine, 
And  let  this  darkness  pass,  this  night  be 
done, 

O  happy  soul,  when  this  fair  Sun  shall  rise. 
And  chase    thy    darkness    with    his  light 
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O  happy  earth,   when   this  long   day   shall 
break, 
And  flood  with   glory  these  low  vales  of 
thine. 


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TO   THE    COMFORTER. 

IGHTY  Comforter,  to  Thee 
In  our  feebleness  we  flee  ; 
'^■^     Oh,  unveil  Thy  gracious  face, 
Spread  out  all  Thy  wondrous  grace. 


Strengthener  of  the  poor  and  weak, 
To  Thy  power  for  strength  we  seek ; 
Heavenly  fulness,  from  above, 
Oh  descend  in  blessed  love. 

Patient  Teacher  of  the  blind, 
Opener  of  the  sin-sealed  mind, 
Fix  in  us  Thy  sure  abode, 
And  reveal  the  Christ  of  God. 

Guider  of  the  erring  feet 

In  the  waste  or  busy  street. 

Lead  us  through  life's  Babel-crowds, 
Through  its  pathless  solitudes. 


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True  Enricher  of  the  poor, 

Enter  Thou  our  lowly  door  ; 
Let  Thy  liberal  hand  impart 
Heavenly  riches  to  our  heart. 

Looser  of  the  bonds  of  sin, 

Oh  make  haste  and  enter  in  ; 

Break  each  link,  till  there  remains 
Not  one  fragment  of  our  chains. 

Loving  Spirit,  come,  oh  come  ! 

Find  in  us  Thy  endless  home  ; 
Find  in  this  our  world  below 
A  dwelling  for  Thy  glory  now. 

Holy  Light,  upon  us  shine, 
With  Thy  energy'-  divine  ; 

Heavenly  Brightness,  break  Thou  forth, 

Over  this  benighted  earth. 

With  the  eternal  Father  one. 

One  with  the  eternal  Son ; 

Eternal  Spirit,  Thee  we  praise, 
Now  and  through  eternal  days. 


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ABIDE   WITH    US, 

Luke  xxiv.  29. 

MS  evening  now  ! 

^  O  Saviour,  wilt  not  Thou 

Jy  Enter  my  home  and  heart, 

Nor  ever  hence  depart, 

Even  when  the  morning  breaks, 

And  earth  again  awakes  ? 

Thou  wih  abide  with  me, 

And  I  with  Thee  ! 


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The  world  is  old  ! 

Its  air  grows  dull  and  cold; 

Upon  its  aged  face 

The  wrinkles  come  apace  ! 

Its  western  sky  is  wan, 

Its  youth  and  joy  are  gone, 

O  Master,  be  our  light, 

When  o'er  us  falls  the  night. 

Evil  is  round  1 
Iniquities  abound ; 
Our  cottage  will  be  lone, 
When  the  great  Sun  is  gone. 
O  Saviour,  come  and  bless. 
Come,  share  our  loneliness  : 
We  need  a  comforter, 
Take  up  Thy  dwelling  here. 


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THE  BRIDAL  DAY, 

HE  Bridegroom  comes  ! 
Bride  of  the  Lamb,  awake  ! 
i^!  The  midnight  cry  is  heard ; 
Thy  sleep  forsake. 

The  marriage -day 

Has  come ;  lift  up  thy  head, 
Put  on  thy  bridal  robe, 

The  feast  is  spread. 

Shake  off  earth's  dust, 

And  wash  thy  weary  feet ; 

Arise,  make  haste,  go  forth, 
The  Bridegroom  greet. 

Sing  the  new  song  ! 

Thy  triumph  has  begun  ; 
Thy  tears  are  wiped  away, 

Thy  night  is  done  ! 


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THE    OLD    STORY. 

OME  and  hear  the  grand  old  story, 
Story  of  the  ages  past ; 
All  earth's  annals  far  surpassing, 
Story  that  shall  ever  last. 


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Noblest,  truest, 
Oldest,  newest. 
Fairest,  rarest. 
Saddest,  gladdest. 
That  this  earth  has  ever  known- 

Christ,  the  Father's  Son  eternal, 
Once  was  born,  a  Son  of  man  ; 

He,  who  never  knew  beginning, 
Here  on  earth  a  life  began. 

Here  in  David's  lowly  city, 

Tenant  of  the  manger-bed. 
Child  of  everlasting  ages, 

Mary's  infant,  lays  His  head. 

There  He  lies,  in  mighty  weakness, 
David's  Lord  and  David's  Son ; 

Creature  and  Creator  meeting. 

Heaven  and  earth  conjoined  in  one. 

Here  at  Nazareth  He  dwelleth, 

'Mid  the  sin  of  sinful  men  ; 
Sorrowful,  forlorn,  and  hated. 

And  yet  hating  none  again. 

Here  in  Galilee  He  wanders. 

Through  its  teeming  cities  moves, 

Climbs  its  mountains,  walks  its  waters, 
Blesses,  comforts,  saves,  and  loves. 

Words  of  truth  and  deeds  of  kindness. 
Miracles  of  grace  and  might. 

Scatter  fragrance  all  around  Him, 

Shine  with  heaven's  most  glorious  light. 


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THE   OLD    STORY. 


In  Gethsemane  behold  Him, 

In  the  agony  of  prayer  ; 
Kneeling,  pleading,  groaning,  bleeding, 

Soul  and  body  prostrate  there. 

All  alone  He  wrestles  yonder. 

Close  beside  Him  stands  the  cup, 

Bitterest  cup  that  man  e'er  tasted  ; 
Yet  for  us  He  drinks  it  up. 

In  the  Roman  hall  behold  Him 
Stand  at  Pilate's  judgment-seat, 

Mocked  and  beaten,  crowned  and  wounded 
Jew  and  Gentile  join  in  hate. 

On  to  Golgotha  He  hastens  ; 

Yonder  stands  His  cross  of  woe  ; 
From  His  hands,  and  feet,  and  forehead. 

See  the  precious  life-blood  flow. 

Sinless,  He  our  sin  is  bearing. 

All  our  sorrows  on  Him  lie. 
And  His  stripes  our  wounds  are  healing, 

God,  for  mcin,  consents  to  die. 

It  is  finished  !     See  His  body 

Laid  alone  in  Joseph's  tomb  ; 
'Tis  for  us  He  lieth  yonder. 

Prince  of  Light,  enwrapped  in  gloom. 

But  in  vain  the  grave  has  bound  Him, 
Death  has  barred  its  gate  in  vain ; 

See,  for  us  the  Saviour  rises. 
See,  for  us  He  bursts  the  chain. 


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WISE    WEEPING. 


^)/  Hear  we  then  the  grand  old  story, 

"'^S^rrrit^^  True  as  God's  all-faithful  word, 

Best  of  tidings  to  the  guilty, 

Of  a  dead  and  risen  Lord. 

'Tis  eternal  life  to  know  it, 

Light  and  love  are  shining  there, 

While  we  look,  and  gaze,  and  listen, 
All  its  joy  and  peace  we  share. 

Hear  we  then  the  grand  old  story, 
And  in  listening  learn  the  love. 

Flowing  through  it  to  the  guilty, 
From  our  pardoning  God  above. 

Glory  be  to  God  the  Father^ 
Glory  be  to  God  the  Son, 

Glory  be  to  God  the  Spirit, 
Great  Jehovah,  Three  in  One. 


WISE    WEEPING. 


^^^^EARS  are  not  always  fruitful ;  their 

^-^f^  hot  drops 

^^^  Sometimes  but  scorch  the  cheek  and 

dim  the  eye ; 
Despairing  murmurs  over  blackened  hopes. 
Not  the  meek  spirit's  calm  and  chastened 
cry. 


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WISE    WEEPING. 


f^V       Oh,  better  not  to  weep  than  weep  amiss  ; 
For  hard  it  is  to  learn  to  weep  aright, — 
To  weep  wise  tears,  the  tears  that  heal  and 
bless, 
The   tears  which  their    own   bitterness 
requite. 

Oh,  better  not  to  grieve  than  waste  our  woe. 
To  fling  away  the  spirit's  finest  gold, 

To  lose,  not  gain,  by  sorrow ;  to  overflow 
The  sacred  channels  which  true  sadness 
hold. 


To  shed  our  tears  as  trees  their  blossoms  shed. 
Not  all  at  random,  but  to  make  sure  way 

For  fruit  in  season,  when  the  bloom  lies  dead 
On  the  chill  earth,  the  victim  of  decay ; — 

This  is  to  use  the  grief  that  God  has  sent, 
To  read  the  lesson,  and  to  learn  the  love. 

To  sound  the  depths  of  saddest  chastisement. 
To  pluck  on  earth  the  fruit  of  realms  above. 

Weep  not  too  fondly,  lest  the  cherished  grief 
Should  into  vain,  self-pitying  weakness  turn ; 

Weep  not  too  long,  but  seek  divine  relief; 
Weep  not  too  fiercely,  lest  the  fierceness 
burn. 

Husband  your  tears;  if  lavished,  they  become 
Like  waters  that  inundate  and  destroy; 

For  active,  self-denying  days  leave  room. 
So  shall  you  sow  in  tears  and  reap  in  joy. 


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ARISE,  SHINE,  FOR  THY  LIGHT  IS  COME. 

It  is  not  tears  but  teaching  we  should  seek  ; 

The  tears  we  need  are  genial  as  the  shower; 
They  mould  the  being  while  they  stain  the 
cheek, 

Freshening  the  spirit  into  life  and  power. 

Move  on,  and  murmur  not ;   a  warrior  thou ; 

Is  this  a  day  for  idle  tears  and  sighs  ? 
Buckle  thine  armour,  grasp  thy  sword  and 
bow. 
Fight  the  good  fight  of  faith,  and  win  the 
prize. 

ARISE,  SHINE,  FOR  THY  LIGHT  IS 
COME. 

2^ERUSALEM ! 

_  Thy  King  at  length  has  come. 

5^^^  Lift  up  thy  voice  in  song ; 
No  more  be  dumb. 
Happy  Jerusalem  ! 

Thy  widowhood  is  done  ; 
Thy  mourning  days  are  past. 
Thy  joy  begun  ! 

Zion,  rejoice  ! 

Thy  glory  now  returns  ; 
Thy  God  has  come,  no  more 

His  anger  burns. 


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AT  LAST. 


City  of  cities  thou  ! 

What  beauty  shall  be  thine  ; 
Joy  of  the  blessed  earth, 

Arise  and  shine  ! 

Peace,  Salem,  peace 

Be  now  within  thy  gates  ; 
To  thee  earth  crowds  ;  on  thee 

Its  grandeur  waits. 
Thou  holy  Mount  of  God  ! 

From  thee  once  more  ascends 
The  incense-cloud,  the  song 

That  never  ends. 


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AT   LAST. 

WMt  last ! 

The  night  is  at  an  end. 
The  dawn  comes  softly  up, 

Clear  as  its  own  clear  dew ; 

And  weeping  has  gone  out, 

To  let  in  only  songs 

And  everlasting  joy  ; 

At  last ! — Amen  ! 

At  last ! 

The  Prince  of  Life  has  come. 
The  Church  is  glorified, 
The  sleepers  have  awoke. 


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AT  LAST. 


The  living  have  been  changed  ; 
Death  has  at  last  been  slain, 
And  the  grave  spoiled  for  ever  ! 
At  last ! — Amen  ! 


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At  last ! 

The  curse  is  swept  away, 
The  serpent-trail  effaced; 
The  desert  smiles  with  green, 
And  blossoms  like  the  rose. 
'Tis  more  than  Eden  now. 
Earth  has  become  as  heaven  ! 
At  last ! — Amen  ! 

At  last ! 

Satan  is  bound  in  chains ; 
The  Church's  ancient  foe, 
Old  enemy  of  Christ, 
Has  fallen,  with  all  his  hosts  ; 
And  Babylon  the  Great 
Has  sunk  to  rise  no  more  ! 
At  last  ! — Amen  ! 

At  last ! 

Israel  sits  down  in  peace  ! 
Jerusalem  awakes, 
Her  King  at  length  has  come, 
Messiah  reigns  in  power ; 
The  heavens  rejoice  and  sing, 
And  earth  once  more  is  free  ! 
At  last ! — Amen  ! 


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CREDO,  NON  OPINOR. 

ASK  a  perfect  creed  ! 

Oh,  that  to  me  were  given, 
The  teaching  that  leads  none  astray, 

The  scholarship  of  heaven  ! 


Sure  wisdom  and  pure  light, 

With  lowly,  loving  fear  ; 
The  steadfast,  ever-looking  eye. 

The  ever-listening  ear. 

Calm  faith  that  grasps  the  word 

Of  Him  who  cannot  lie  ; 
That  hears  alone  the  voice  divine. 

Though  crowds  are  standing  by. 

The  one,  whole  truth  I  seek, 

In  this  sad  age  of  strife  ; 
The  truth  of  Him  who  is  the  Truth, 

And  in  whose  truth  is  life. 

Truth  which  contains  true  rest ; 

Which  is  the  grave  of  doubt ; 
Which  ends  uncertainty  and  gloom, 

And  casts  the  falsehood  out. 

O  True  One,  give  me  truth  ! 

And  let  it  quench  in  me 
The  thirst  of  this  long-craving  heart, 

And  set  my  spirit  free. 


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UP,   MT  SOUL,    'TIS   DAY. 


O  Truth  of  God,  destroy 

The  cloud,  the  chain,  the  war  ; 
Dawn  to  this  stormy  midnight  be, 

My  bright  and  morning-star  ! 


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UP,  MY  SOUL,  'TIS  DAY. 

P  now,  my  soul,  'tis  day  ! 
Lone  night  has  fled  away  ; 
How  soft  yon  eastern  blue. 
How  fresh  this  morning  dew 

All  things  around  are  bright. 
Come  steep  thyself  in  light ; 
Darkness  from  earth  has  gone, 
Wilt  thou  be  dark  alone  ? 

Peace  rests  on  yon  green  hill, 

Joy  sparkles  in  yon  rill ; 

Join  thou  earth's  song  of  love, 
That  pours  from  every  grove. 

Be  happy  in  thy  God ; 

On  Him  cast  every  load. 
To  Him  bring  every  care. 
To  Him  pour  out  thy  prayer. 

To  Him  thy  morning-praise. 

With  joyful  spirit  raise. 

The  God  of  morn  and  even, 
The  light  of  earth  and  heaven. 


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LUCY, 

Rest  in  His  holy  love, 

Which  daily  from  above, 

Like  His  own  sunlight  comes, 
Down  on  earth's  myriad  homes. 
Put  thou  thy  hand  in  His  I 
Ah,  this  is  safety  ;  this 
Is  the  souFs  true  relief. 
Freedom  from  care  and  grief. 

Be  thou  His  happy  child. 

Loved,  blest,  and  reconciled; 
Walk  calmly  on,  each  hour, 
Safe  in  His  love  and  power. 

Work  for  Him  gladly  here. 
Without  a  grudge  or  fear ; 
Thy  labour  shall  be  light. 
And  all  thy  days  be  bright  I 


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LUCY. 

August  20,  1858. 

LL  night  we  watched  the  ebbing  life, 
As  if  its  flight  to  stay  ; 
Till,  as  the  dawn  was  coming  up. 
Our  last  hope  passed  away. 

She  was  the  music  of  our  home, 

A  day  that  knew  no  night. 
The  fragrance  of  our  garden-bower, 

A  thing  all  smiles  and  light. 


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LUCY. 


Above  the  couch  we  bent  and  prayed, 

In  the  half-lighted  room  ; 
As  the  bright  hues  of  infant  life 

Sank  slowly  into  gloom. 

Each  flutter  of  the  pulse  we  marked, 

Each  quiver  of  the  eye  ; 
To  the  dear  lips  our  ear  we  laid, 

To  catch  the  last  low  sigh. 

We  stroked  the  little  sinking  cheeks, 

The  forehead  pale  and  fair ; 
We  kissed  the  small,  round,  ruby  mouth, 

For  Lucy  still  was  there. 

We  fondly  smoothed  the  scattered  curls 

Of  her  rich  golden  hair ; 
We  held  the  gentle  palm  in  ours, 

For  Lucy  still  was  there. 

At  last  the  fluttering  pulse  stood  still. 
The  death-frost  through  her  clay 

Stole  slowly ;  and,  as  morn  came  up. 
Our  sweet  flower  passed  away. 

The  form  remained ;  but  there  was  now 

No  soul  our  love  to  share  ; 
No  warm  responding  lip  to  kiss  ; 

For  Lucy  was  not  there. 

Farewell,  with  weeping  hearts  we  said, 

Child  of  our  love  and  care  ! 
And  then  we  ceased  to  kiss  those  lips. 

For  Lucy  was  not  there. 


THE  MASTER'S    TOUCH. 


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But  years  are  moving  quickly  past, 

And  time  will  soon  be  o'er ; 
Death  shall  be  swallowed  up  of  life 

On  the  immortal  shore. 

Then  shall  we  clasp  that  hand  once  more, 
And  smooth  that  golden  hair ; 

Then  shall  we  kiss  those  lips  again, 
When  Lucv  shall  be  there. 


THE   MASTER'S   TOUCH. 


:N  the  still  air  the  music  lies  unheard  ; 
In  the  rough  marble  beauty  hides 
unseen ; 

To  wake  the  music  and  the  beauty,  needs 
The  master's  touch,  the  sculptor's  chisel 
keen. 

Great  Master,  touch  us  with  Thy  skilful  hand, 
Let  not  the  music  that  is  in  us  die ; 

Great  Sculptor,  hew  and  polish  us ;  nor  let. 
Hidden  and  lost.  Thy  form  within  us  lie. 

Spare  not  the  stroke ;  do  with  us  as  Thou  wilt ; 

Let  there  be  nought  unfinished,  broken, 
marred  ; 
Complete  Thy'purpose,  that  we  may  become 

Thy  perfect  image,  O  our  God  and  Lord. 


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SUNSET    AND    SUNRISE. 

TO    MY    YOUNGEST-BORN. 
April  2,  1860. 

^^HIS  day  of  war  and  weariness 
^f^i     Will  soon  with  me  be  done  ; 

But  thine,  my  child  of  love  and  joy, 
Is  only  now  begun. 

Time's  years  of  fever  and  unrest 

Are  nearly  run  for  me  ; 
But  Life,  with  all  its  ill  and  good, 

Is  still  in  store  for  thee. 

My  flowers  have  faded,  and  my  fruit 

Is  dropping  from  the  tree  ; 
The  blossoms  of  the  golden  year 

Are  opening  all  on  thee. 

My  harvest  with  its  gathered  sheaves, 

Is  almost  over  now ; 
But  thine  is  coming  up,  my  child, 

When  I  am  lying  low. 

'Tis  May,  all  May  upon  thy  cheek, 
'Tis  Autumn  now  on  mine  ; 

The  chill  of  eve  is  on  my  brow, 
The  dew  of  morn  on  thine. 

I've  seen  what  thou  art  yet  to  see, 
And  felt  what  thou  must  feel ; 

I  know  each  winding  of  the  way, 
Each  rock,  and  stream,  and  hill. 


SUNSET  AND   SUNRISE. 


My  eyes  shall  ere  long  weep  their  last, 
Their  springs  will  soon  run  dry  ; 

But  all  thy  tears  are  yet  to  flow, 
Ere  thou  shalt  rest  on  high. 

The  farewells  dying  on  my  lips 

Are  living  still  on  thine  ; 
'Tis  sunrise  on  thy  glowing  peaks, 

'Tis  sunset  upon  mine. 

I  leave  the  banquet-hall  of  time 

As  thou  art  coming  in ; 
Take  thou  my  place,  and  be  thy  feast 

Sweeter  than  mine  has  been. 

I  quit  the  battle-field  of  life, 

I  give  my  sword  to  thee ; 
It  is  thy  father's  father's  sword, 

It  leads  to  victory. 

I  leave  the  warfare  and  the  work, 
The  watching  and  the  way. 

For  thee  to  finish,  when  this  head 
Rests  on  its  couch  of  clay. 

Go,  then,  fill  up  with  useful  deeds. 
Thy  threescore  years  and  ten. 

Till  He,  who  bade  thee  rise  and  work. 
Bids  thee  lie  down  again. 

Then  lay  thee  down  and  rest,  as  all 
Thy  fathers  have  lain  down  ; 

Waiting  the  resurrection-joy. 
The  glory  and  the  crown  ! 


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SUMMER  OF  THE    SILENT  HEART. 


JWAS  Summer,  and  its  youngest  kiss 
i^,     Fell  on  the  rose-red  lip  of  June  ; 

Veiled  in  delicious  haze,  the  sun 
Made,  for  our  vale,  its  tenderest  noon. 

The  gentlest  of  all  gentle  winds 
Stole  o'er  the  silver  of  the  stream  ; 

'Tvvas  Summer  lapt  in  Autumn's  sleep, 
The  stillness  of  Spring's  stillest  dream. 

Away,  away,  among  the  woods. 

Where  winds  are  rambling,  let  me  too 

Rove,  feeding  on  the  summer  air, 
Tasting  the  freshness  of  its  dew. 

O  Summer  of  the  silent  heart  ! 

How  rich  the  song  your  sunshine  sings  ; 
O  luxury  of  tranquil  thought. 

This  dreamy  hour  of  sunshine  brings  ! 

O  sunshine  of  the  laughing  lip. 
Soften  your  colours  for  a  day  ; 

Take  on  this  mild  and  mellow  light. 
Mingle  the  quiet  with  the  gay. 

O  shadows  of  the  pensive  heart ! 

Glow  into  sunlight,  as  the  love 
Comes  down,  in  ever-gushing  streams. 

From  the  great  heart  of  God  above. 


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USE  ME. 


The  shadow  and  the  sunlight  thus 
God  tempers  for  us  here  below 

Mixing  for  us  the  joy  and  fear, 
The  safest  cup  for  man  below. 


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USE  ME! 

^AKE  use  of  me,  my  God  ! 
Let  me  not  be  forgot ; 
A  broken  vessel  cast  aside, 
One  whom  Thou  needest  not. 

I  am  Thy  creature.  Lord ; 

And  made  by  hands  divine ; 
And  I  am  part,  however  mean. 

Of  this  great  world  of  Thine. 

Thou  usest  all  Thy  works, 
The  weakest  things  that  be  ; 

Each  has  a  service  of  its  own. 
For  all  things  wait  on  Thee. 

Thou  usest  the  high  stars, 

The  tiny  drops  of  dew, 
The  giant  peak  and  little  hill ; — 

My  God,  Oh  use  me  too  ! 

Thou  usest  tree  and  flower, 
The  rivers  vast  and  small ; 

The  eagle  great,  the  little  bird 
That  sings  upon  the  wall. 


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THE   TWO   PliOPHETS. 


Thou  usest  the  wide  sea, 

The  little  hidden  lake  ; 
The  pine  upon  the  Alpine  cliff, 

The  lily  in  the  brake. 

The  huge  rock  in  the  vale. 
The  sand-grain  by  the  sea. 

The  thunder  of  the  rolling  cloud. 
The  murmur  of  the  bee. 

All  things  do  serve  Thee  here. 
All  creatures  great  and  small ; 

Make  use  of  me,  of  me,  my  God, 
The  meanest  of  them  all ! 


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THE   TWO    PROPHETS. 


)RAP  thyself  up  in  night ;  speak  low, 

not  loud  ; 

Spread  shining  mist  along  a  solemn 

page; 

Be  like  a  voice,  half-heard  from  hollow  cloud. 

And  thou  shalt  be  the  prophet  of  the  age. 

Conceal  thy  thought  in  words;  or,  better 
still, 
Conceal  thy  want  of  thought ;  and  thou 
shalt  be 
Poet  and  prophet,  sage  and  oracle, 
A  thing  of  wonder,  worship,  mystery. 


THE    TWO   PROPHETS. 


Coin  some  new  mystic  dialect  and  style, 
Pile  up  thy  broken  rainbows  page  on  page  ; 

With  dim  dissolving  views  the  eye  beguile, 
And  thou  shalt  be  the  poet  of  the  age. 

Old  bards  and  thinkers  could  their  wisdom  tell, 
In  words  of  light  which  all  might  under- 
stand ; 
They  had  great  things  to  say,  and  said  them 
well, 
To  far-off  ages  of  their  listening  land. 

Such  was  old  Milton,  such  was  Bacon  wise, 
Such  all  the  greatly  good  and  nobly  true ; 

High  thoughts  were  theirs,  kin  to  the  bound- 
less skies, 
But  words  translucent  as  the  twilight  dew. 

Be  ever  like  earth's  greatest,  truest,  soundest, 
Be  like  the  prophets  of  the  prophet-land ; 

Be  like  the  Master, — simplest  when  pro- 
foundest; 
Speak  that  thy  fellow-men  may  understand. 

Old  streams  of  earth,  sing  on  in  happy  choir  ! 

Old  sea,  roll  on  your  bright  waves  to  the 
shore  ; 
Tune,  ancient  wind,  tune  your  still  cunning  lyre, 

And  sing  the  simple  song  you  sung  of  yore  ! 

Dear  arch  of  heaven,  pure  veil  of  lucid  blue, 
Star-loving  hills,  immoveable  and  calm. 

Fresh  fields  of  earth,  and  undefiled  dew, 
Chant,  as  in  ages  past,  your  glorious  psalm  ! 


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THE    TWO   PROPHETS. 


^y^      I  love  the  ringing  of  your  child-like  notes, 

The  music  of  your  warm  transparent  song ; 

And  my  heart  throbs,  as  blithely  o'er  me  floats 

Your  endless  echo,  sweet  and  glad  andyoung. 

Your  old  is  never  new  ;    perpetual  youth 
Sits  on  your  brow,  a  God-given  heritage. 

Even  thus,  in  her  fair  ever-green,  old  Truth 
Stands,  without  waste  or  weariness  or  age. 

Unchanged  in  her  clear  speech  and  simple 
song, 

Earth  utters  its  old  wisdom  all  around. 
Ours  be,  like  hers,  a  voice  distinct  and  strong. 

Speech  as  unmuffled,  wisdom  as  profound. 

All  mystery  is  defect ;   and  cloudy  words 
Are  feebleness,  not  strength  ;  are  loss,  not 
,gain  ; 
Men  win  no  victories  with  spectre-swords ; 
The  phantom  barque  ploughs  the  broad 
sea  in  vain. 

If  thou  hast  aught  to  say,  or  small  or  great, 
Speak  with  a  clear  true  voice  ;  all  mys- 
teries 

Are  but  man's  poor  attempts  to  imitate 
The  hidden  wisdom  of  the  Only  Wise. 

The  day  of  Delphic  oracles  is  past ; 

All  mimic-wisdom  is  a  broken  reed ; 
The  gorgeolis  mountain-mist  rolls  up  at  last, 

Clouds  quench  no  thirst,  and  flowers  no 
hunger  feed. 


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SABBATH  HYMN. 

IMITATED    FROM   EPHRAEM    (THE    STRIA2s). 

LORY  to  the  glorious  One, 
Good  and  great,  our  God  alone, 
WTio  this  day  hath  glorified, 
First  and  best  of  all  beside, 
Making  it  for  every  clime, 
Of  all  times  the  sweetest  time. 


From  the  beginning,  day  of  days, 
Set  apart  for  holy  praise, 
Wlien  He  bade  the  willing  earth 
All  its  hidden  stores  bring  forth, 
WTien  He  gave  the  shining  heaven^, 
Then  to  man  this  day  was  given. 

On  this  day  the  Son  of  God 
Left  His  three-days'  dark  abode ; 
In  the  greatness  of  His  might. 
Rising  to  the  upper  light. 
On  this  day  the  Church  puts  on 
Glory,  beauty,  robe,  and  crown. 

On  this  day  of  days  the  Lord. 
Faithful  to  His  ancient  word, 
On  His  burning  chariot  borne, 
Shall  in  majesty  return. 


SABBATH  HYMN 


King  of  kings,  He  comes  in  might, 
From  His  heavenly  home  of  light. 

To  His  own  Jerusalem, 
Old  Judea's  brightest  gem, 
To  the  hill  of  Jebus,  see. 
King  Messiah,  cometh  He  ; 
With  His  cross  to  bless  and  save, 
With  His  cross  to  spoil  the  grave. 

He  shall  speak  and  earth  shall  hear, 
Rending  rock  shall  quake  with  fear. 
And  the  waking  dead  shall  come 
From  the  silence  of  the  tomb. 
Shaken  heavens  and  shattered  earth 
Then  shall  rise  to  second  birth. 

To  the  kingdom  promised  long. 
With  its  shining  angel  throng. 
Righteous  vengeance  to  fulfil, 
Recompense  for  good  and  ill, 
Adam's  race  from  dust  to  call, 
Lo,  He  cometh,  Judge  of  all ! 

Then  the  glory  to  His  own ; 
Then  the  kingdom  and  the  crown  ! 
Then  the  sinner's  hope  shall  close. 
Then  begin  his  endless  woes  ; 
Then  he  knocks,  but  knocks  in  vain,- 
Who  shall  break  his  iron  chain  ? 

Earth  is  fleeing,  fleeing  fast, 
And  its  beauty  fades  at  last ; 
O  beloved,  then,  awake. 
Bonds  of  carnal  slumber  break. 


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OUR   EVENING   HYMN. 


Wake,  beloved,  watch  and  pray. 
While  remains  one  hour  of  day  ! 

Death,  it  cometh, — Oh,  beware  ! 
Judgment  cometh, — Oh,  prepare  ! 
Steadfast,  steadfast,  let  us  stand, 
For  the  Judge  is  nigh  at  hand  ; 
Steadfast  let  us  rest  each  night. 
Steadfast  wake  at  morning  light. 

Glory,  glory,  glory  be, 
Gracious  God  and  Lord,  to  Thee  ! 
To  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
To  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One  ; 
Thus  we  now  Thy  mercy  praise, 
Thus  through  everlasting  days. 


OUR    EVENING    HYMN. 

IMITATED   FROM    THE    GREEK. 

HE  day  is  done  ! 
I  thank  Thee,  Lord,  alone. 
'Tis  evening,  and  I  cry, 
O  Saviour,  be  Thou  nigh. 
This  night  from  sin  me  keep. 
Preserve  me  while  I  sleep. 


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OUR   EVENING   HYMN. 

The  day  is  gone  ! 

I  bless  Thee,  Mighty  One. 
'Tis  evening,  and  I  cry, 
O  Saviour,  be  Thou  nigh. 
This  night  from  ill  me  keep, 
Preserve  me  while  I  sleep. 

The  day  is  gone  ! 

I  praise  Thee,  Holy  One. 

'Tis  evening,  and  I  cry, 

0  Saviour,  be  Thou  nigh. 
This  night  from  plots  me  keep, 
Preserve  me  v^^hile  I  sleep. 

Light  to  these  eyes  afford, 
O  Christ,  my  God  and  Lord  ! 

Dispel  my  soul's  death-gloom. 
Lest  I  should  sleep  in  death  ere  day. 
Lest  my  great  foe  should  boast  and  say, 

1  have  him  overcome  ! 

Defend  my  soul,  O  God  ! 
For  snares  beset  my  road. 

Thou  art  my  help  alone. 
Deliver  me  from  sin  and  fear, 
Preserve  me  in  my  peril  here, 

O  good  and  gracious  One  ! 


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BATTLE-SONG    AGAINST    SATAN. 

IMITATED   TROM    EPHRAEM    (tHE    SYRIAN ). 

JEHOVAH,  judge  my  cause, 
Avenge  me  of  my  foe, 
Fight  against  Satan  and  his  host. 
Oh  lay  the  strong  one  low ! 

I  have  cast  off  his  yoke, 

Renounced  his  cursed  sway ; 

For  this  he  doubly  hates,  and  longs 
To  seize  me  as  his  prey. 

To  Thee,  and  to  Thy  cross. 
For  help,  O  Lord,  I  flee ; — 

He  must  prevail,  if  Thou  do  not, 
O  Lord,  deliver  me  ! 

For  Thou  hast  vanquished  him  ! 

Let  him  not  conquer  me ; 
Put  him  to  shame,  O  Lord  my  God ; 

Give  me  the  victory. 

It  is  not  strength  that  wins : 
My  weakness  is  my  shield ; 

In  lowly  trust  we  fight  the  fight. 
And  meekness  wins  the  field. 

Give  me  the  lowly  heart. 

Cast  out  each  thought  of  pride ; 

Let  gentleness  and  love  come  in. 
And  as  my  guests  abide. 


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SUPPER 

HYMN. 

Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done  ; 

I  would  not  choose  my  own  ; 
But  let  me  ever,  ever  be 

Thy  servant,  Lord,  alone. 

Jesus,  to  Thee  I  flee, 

Jesus,  Thy  cross  I  clasp  ; 

Save  me  from  Satan's  hellish  power. 
Oh  pluck  me  from  his  grasp. 

So  shall  I  praise  Thee,  Lord, 
And  Thy  great  name  adore, 

With  Father  and  with  Spirit  one, 
For  ever,  evermore. 


THE   AFTER-SUPPER    HYMN. 

This  is  the  Greek  Hj'mn  called  to  cnro^mrvov,  and 
corresponds  with  the  Latin  Completorium,  or  mid- 
night hymn.  See  Daniel's  Thesaurus  Hymnologicus, 
vol.  iii.  p.  48  ;  also,  Suicer's  Thesaurus  Ecclesiasticus 
on  the  word  cnro^Hirvov. 


TTEND,  ye  heavens  ! 
Attend  and  I  will  speak. 

I  will  the  Christ  proclaim  ! 
Of  Him  the  virgin-born, 
Who  sojourned  here  in  flesh, 
I  will  declare  the  name. 


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HYMN   OF  NIGHT. 


Let  us  go  forth  ! 
Let  us  go  forth  with  Christ, 
To  Olivet's  dear  hill. 

In  spirit  with  our  Lord, 
And  His  apostles  twelve. 
There  pitch  our  tents  we  will ! 

Think,  O  my  soul. 

And  cast  high  thoughts  away, 

What  thy  Lord  spake  while  here, — 
Two  grinding  at  the  mill. 
One  taken  and  one  left, 
And  watch  and  fear  ! 

Prepare  thyself! 

Make  ready,  O  my  soul, 

For  thy  departing  hour  ! 

The  Judge,  the  righteous  Judge, 
The  Judge  of  quick  and  dead 
Standeth  before  the  door  ! 

HYMN    OF    NIGHT. 

FROM   THE  LATIN. 

^^^^IGHT  and  darkness  cover  all 
S|^M^  Heaven  and  earth,  with  cloudy  pall, 
^^^^   But  the  light  comes  in,  and  lo. 
All  the  sky  is  in  a  glow  !  — 
Christ  has  come,  the  star  of  day. 
Night  and  darkness  flee  away  ! 


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NIGHT  HYMN. 


Cloven  by  the  piercing  gleam 
Of  the  daystar's  rising  beam, 
Earth's  long  gloom  is  rent ;   and  lo, 
All  creation  is  a-glow. 
With  the  colours  hither  borne, 
From  the  radiant  lamp  of  morn  ! 

Thee,  O  Christ,  alone  we  know ; 
Other  suns  are  none  below. 
All  the  night  to  Thee  we  cry, 
Hear  our  tears,  our  song,  our  sigh. 
Watch  our  senses  through  the  night, 
Keep  us  till  the  morning  light. 
Night's  hues  thickly  round  us  lie. 
Blotting  earth  and  sea  and  sky ; 
Star  of  morning,  send  thy  light. 
Purge  these  deep-dyed  stains  of  night. 
Show  thy  face,  and,  with  its  ray. 
Shine  these  shadows  into  day  ! 


NIGHT    HYMN    BEFORE    THE 
SABBATH. 


FROM    THE   LATIN. 


Wf^  the  dark  and  silent  night, 
s^r  Ere  has  broke  the  lonely  light. 
We  arise,  to  Thee  to  pay. 
Lord,  the  service  of  this  day. 


BEFORE    THE   SABBATH. 


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Holy  Comforter,  to  Thee 

Our  glad  praises  offer  we  ; 

With  the  eternal  Father  one, 
One  with  the  eternal  Son. 

Pity  this  frail  flesh  of  ours. 
Which,  with  all  his  subtle  powers. 

The  old  tempter  would  assail ; — 
Let  him  not,  O  Lord,  prevail. 

Lord,  to  Thee  the  flock  pertains  ; 

Let  it  not  be  held  in  chains  ; 

Thou,  O  Jesus,  with  Thy  blood, 
Hast  redeemed  that  flocli  to  God. 

Loving,  gracious  Shepherd,  keep 
Watch  o'er  these  Thy  wand'ring  sheep 
Bring  them  to  the  fold  above 
On  the  shoulders  of  Thy  love. 

Smite  the  hellish  enemy. 
Bid  the  Prince  of  Darkness  flee  ; 
Drive  the  robber-fiend  away. 
From  his  jaws,  oh  pluck  the  prey. 

Triumph  now,  O  Christ,  our  Lord  ! 
Angel-choirs,  with  glad  accord, 

Sound  the  praises  of  our  King, 

Holy,  holy,  holy,  sing. 

Glory  to  the  Father  give  ; 

Glory  to  the  equal  Son  ; 
Glory  to  the  Spirit  give. 

While  eternal  ages  run. 


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PENTECOSTAL    HYMN. 

FROM   THE   LATIN, 

lOME,  heavenly  Spirit,  come  ! 
Kind  Father  of  the  poor  ; 
The  Giver  and  the  Gift, 
Enter  my  lowly  door  ! 
Be  guest  within  my  heart, 
Nor  ever  hence  depart. 

Thou  the  eternal  truth ! 

Into  dark  hearts  steal  in ; 
True  Light,  give  light  to  souls 

Sunk  in  the  night  of  sin ; 
True  Strength,  put  forth  Thy  power 
For  us  in  evil  hour  ! 

Ours  is  a  world  of  wiles. 

Of  beauteous  vanities ; 
Come,  and  in  us  destroy 

Its  fair  impurities, 
Lest,  by  its  tempting  arts. 
From  Thee  it  steal  our  hearts  ! 


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Unveil  Thy  glorious  self 
To  us,  O  Holy  One, 

That  Thou  into  our  hearts 
May  shine.  Thyself  alone  ! 

Saved  from  earth's  vanities. 

To  Thee  we  long  to  rise. 


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PENTECOSTAL    HYMN. 


Renew  us,  Holy  One  ! 

Oh  purge  us  in  Thy  fire ; 
Refine  us,  heavenly  flame, 

Consume  each  low  desire  ; 
Prepare  us  as  a  sacrifice, 
Well-pleasing  in  Thine  eyes. 

Far  fi-om  Thee  we  have  lived, 
Exiles  firom  home  and  Thee; 

Oh  bring  us  back  in  love. 
End  our  captivity. 

Be  Thou  the  way  we  wend. 

Be  Thou  that  way's  blest  end  ! 

Glory  to  the  Father  be. 

Glory  to  the  equal  Son, 
Glory  to  the  Spirit  be, 

Glory  to  the  Three-in-one  ! 
Spirit,  'tis  thy  breath  divine 
Makes  these  hearts  to  burn  and  shine. 


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HYMN  TO    CHRIST. 


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NAZIANZENE,  BEGINNING : — 

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iGAIN  the  Tempter  comes  !  to  Thee 
I  cling. 
The  old  Serpent  comes  !   I  see  his 
deadly  sting:  — 
Hide  me,  oh  hide  me,  Christ,  beneath  Thy 
sheltering  wing  ! 

Oh,  hold  me,  hold  me,  Lord,  do  not  betray 
Thine  image  ;    cast  me  not,  O  Christ, 
away 
Lest,  like  the  nestling  bird,  he  seize  me  as 


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Ah,  that  great  judgment-day  !     And  yet 

to  go 
I  long ;  pursued  each  hour  with  woe  on 

woe, 
I  find  no  place  of  rest,  no  refuge  here  below  ! 

Thou  call'st  me  hence ;  but  oh,  my  faith 

is  small; 
O  Christ,  I  am  Thy  servant.  Thou  my  all! — 
Keep  me,  oh  keep  Thine  own,  till  the  last 
trumpet  call ! 


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MOUNT   HOR. 

Numbers  xx.  23-29. 

i^^^JHEY  have  left  the  camp,  with  its  tents 

?^M^1/  out-spreading, 

^^^jj^  Like  a  garden  of  lilies,  on  Edom's 

plain  ; 
They  are  climbing  the  mountain,  in  silence 
treading 
A  path  which  one  shall  not  tread  again. 
Two  aged  brothers  the  way  are  leading, 
There  follows  a  youth  in  the  solemn  train. 

O'er  a  sister's  bier  they  have  just  beenbending; 

The  desert  prophetess  sleeps  hard  by. 
With  her  toilsome  sojourn  nearly  ending, 

With  Judah's  mountains  before  her  eye. 
The  echoes  of  Kadesh  and  Canaan  blending, 

She  has  calm>ly  turned  her  aside  to  die  ! 

They  come,  not  to  gaze  on  the  matchless  glory, 
On  grandeur  the  liTie  ofwhich  earth  has  not; 

A  billowy  ocean  of  mountains  hoary, 
A  chaos  of  cliffs  round  this  awful  spot ; 

A  vision  like  that  in  some  old-world  story, 
Too  terrible  ever  to  be  forgot. 

The  desert-rainbow  that  gleams  before  ye, 
But  leaves  your  solitude  doubly  bleak ; 

The  shadows  of  sunset  fall  ghastly  o'er  ye  ; 
Cliff  frovviis  upon  cliff,  and  peak  on  peak. 


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MOUNT  HOE. 


O  rocks  of  the  desolate,  lean  and  hoary, 
What  lip  of  man  can  your  grandeur  speak  ! 


Splintered  and  blasted  and  thunder-smitten, 
Not  a  smile  above,  nor  a  hope  below ; 

Shivered  and  scorched  and  hunger-bitten. 
No  earthly  lightning  has  seamed  your  brow; 

On  each  stone  the  Avenger's  pen  has  written 
Horror  and  ruin,  and  death  and  woe. 


The  king  and  the  priest  move  on  unspeaking, 
^^^\  '^^^  desert-priest  and  the  desert-king  ; 

'Tis  a  grave, a  mountain-grave  they  are  seeking, 

Fit  end  of  a  great  life-wandering  ! 
And  here,  till  the  day  of  the  glory-streaking, 

This  desert-eagle  must  fold  his  wing. 


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The  fetters  of  age  have  but  lightly  bound  him. 
This  bold  sharp  steep  he  can  bravely  breast ; 

With  his  six-score  wondrous  years  around  him. 
He  climbs  like  youth  to  the  mountain's  crest. 

The  mortal  moment  at  last  has  found  him, 
Willing  to  tarry,  yet  glad  to  rest. 

Is  that  a  tear-drop  his  dim  eye  leaving, 
As  he  looks  his  last  on  yon  desert-sun  ? 

Is  that  a  sigh  his  faint  bosom  heaving. 
As  he  lays  his  ephod  in  silence  down  ? 

'Twas  a  passing  mist,  to  his  sky  still  cleaving ; — 
But  the  sky  has  brightened, — the  cloud  is 
gone  ! 


In  his  shroud  of  rock  they  have  gently  wound 
him, 

'Tis  a  Bethel-pillow  that  love  has  given  ; 
I  see  no  gloom  of  the  grave  around  him, 

The  death-bed  fetters  have  all  been  riven; 
'Tis  the   angel  of  life,  not  of  death,  that   has 
found  him, 
And  this  is  to  him  the  gate  of  heaven. 

He  has  seen  the  tombs  of  old  Mizraim's  wonder, 
Where  the  haughty  Pharaohs  embalmed 
recline  ; 
But  no  pyramid-tomb,  with  costly  grandeur, 
Can  once  be  compared  with  this  mountain- 
shrine  ; 
No  monarch  of  Memphis  is  swathed  in  splen- 
dour, 
High  priest  of  the  desert^  like  this  of  thine. 

Not  with  thy  nation  thy  bones  are  lying, 
Nor  Israel's  hills  shall  thy  burial  see  ; 

Yet  with  Edom's  vultures  around  thee  flying. 
Safe  and  unrifled  thy  dust  shall  be ; — 

Oh  who  would  not  covet  so  calm  a  dying, 
And  who  would  not  rest  by  the  side  of  thee? 


Not  with  thy  fathers  thy  slumber  tasting ; 

From  sister  and  brother  thou  seemest  to 
flee: 
Not  in  Shechem's  plain  are  thy  ashes  wasting, 

Not  in  Machpelah  thy  grave  shall  be  ; 


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MOUNT  HOB. 


In  the  land  of  the  stranger  thy  dust  is  resting, — 
Yet  who  would  not  sleep  by  the  side  of 
thee? 

Alone  and  safe,  in  the  happy  keeping 

Of  rocks  and  sands,  till  the  glorious  morn, 
They  have   laid  thee   down   for  thy   lonely 
sleeping, 
Waysore  and  weary  and  labour-worn ; 
While  faintly  the  sound  of  a  nation's  weeping 
From   the   vale  beneath   thee   is   upward 
borne. 

As  one  familiar  v/ith  gentle  sorrow. 

With  a  dirge-like  wailing  the  wind  goes  by : 

And  echo  lovingly  seems  to  borrow 

The  plaintive  note  of  the  mourner's  cry. 

Which  comes  to-day  and  is  gone  to-morrow, 
Leaving  nought  for  thee  but  the  stranger's 
sigh. 

Alone  and  safe,  in  the  holy  keeping, 

Of  Him  who  holdeth  the  grave's  cold  key, 

They  have   laid    thee  down  for  the  blessed 

sleeping, 

The  quiet  rest  which  His  dear  ones  see; — 

And   why    o'er    thee    should    ive    weep    the 

weeping, 
For  who  would  not  rest  by  the  side  of  thee  ? 

Three  Hebrew  cradles,  the  Nile-palms  under. 
Rocked  three  sweet  babes  upon  Egypt's 
plain  ; 


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Three  desert-graves  must  these  dear  ones 
sunder ; 
Three  sorrowful  links  of  a  broken  chain  ; 
Kadesh  and  Hor,  and  Nebo  yonder, — 

Three   way-marks  now   for  the   pilgrim- 
train. 

Are  these  my  way-marks,  these  tombs  of  ages  ? 

Are  these  my  guides  to  the  land  of  rest  ? 
Are  these  grim  rock-tombs  the  stony  pages, 

Which  shew  how  to  follow  the  holy  blest  ? 
And  bid  me  rise,  'bove  each  storm  that  rages, 

Like  a  weary  dove  to  its  olive  nest  ? 

Is  death  my  way  to  the  home  undying  ? 

Is  the  desert  my  path  to  the  Eden-plain  ? 
Are  these  lone  links,  that  are  round  me  lying, 

To  be  gathered,  and  all  re -knit  again  ? 
And  is  there  beyond  this  land  of  sighing 

A  refuge  for  ever  from  death  and  pain  ? 

On  this  rugged  cliff,  while  the  sun  is  dying. 
Behind  yon  majestic  mountain-wall, 

I  stand; — not  a  cloudlet  above  me  flying, — 
Not  a  foot  is  stirring,  no  voices  call ; — 

A  traveller  lonely,  a  stranger,  trying 
To  muse  o'er  this  wondrous  funeral. 

In  silence  we  stand,  till  the  faint  stars  cover 
This  grave  of  ages.     Yes,  thus  would  we 

Still  look  and  linger,  and  gaze  and  hover 
About  this  cave  where  thy  dust  may  be  ! 


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SEEK  THE   THIXGS  ABOVE. 

Great  Priest  of  the  desert,  thy  toil  is  over, 
And  who  would  not  rest  by  the  side  of  thee  ? 

And  night,  the  wan  night  is  bending  over 
The  twilight  couch  of  the  dying  day, 

With  dewy  eyes,  like  a  weeping  lover. 

That  doats  on  the  beauty  that  will  not  stay, 

And  sighs  that  the  mould  so  soon  must  cover 
Each  golden  smile  of  the  well-loved  clay. 

The  night  of  ages  bends  softly  o'er  us  ; 

Four  thousand  autumns  have  well-nigh  fled, 
Love  watches  still  the  old  tomb  before  us 

Of  sainted  dust  in  its  mountain-bed  ; 
Till  the  longed-for   trump   shall  awake    the 
chorus, 

From  desert  and  field,  of  the  blessed  dead. 


SEEK    THE   THINGS   ABOVE. 

IGH  not  for  palm  and  vine  ; 
Nor  for  the   sun-loved  land  which 
palm  and  vine  are  shading  ; 
Call  not  its  verdure  glorious  and  unfading, 
Nor  its  bright  air  delicious  and  divine  I 
That  chiller  land  of  thine, 
WTiere  spring  the  oak  and  pine. 
Without  or  palm  or  vine. 
Or  glossy  olive -grove. 
Is  worthier  of  thy  love. 


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SEEK   THE    THINGS  ABOVE. 

Sigh  not  for  cloudless  skies, 
Nor  for  the  magic  vales  o'er  which  these  skies 

are  bending  ; 
Praise  not  the  glowing  orb  which  every  hour 

is  sending 
Its  light-floodj  never  ebbing,  never  ending, 

On  the  fair  Paradise 

That  underneath  it  lies  ; 

Pouring  o'er  earth  and  sea 

Its  breathless  brilliancy  ; 

Filling  the  summer  air 

With  its  untempered  glare. 


Love  thine  own  happier  land  ; 
The  greenest  land  which  earth's  clear  streams 

are  washing, 
The  freshest  shore   on  which   earth's  sea  is 
dashing. 
Covet  no  sunnier  strand, 
Gleaming  with  golden  sand. 
If  thou  wilt  still  be  sighing 
For  fairer  climes  than  this, 
For  realms  of  richer  bliss  ; 
Sigh  for  the  land  of  the  undjnng, 
On  which  no  blight  nor  curse  is  lying. 
Where  all  is  holiness 
And  everlasting  peace  ; 

Where  God,  upon  His  throne, 

Gives  joy  for  aye  ; 
The  Lamb,  the  light  and  sun. 
Sheds  glorious  day. 


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THE   GAIN   OF   LOSS. 


^AY,  give  me  back  my  blossoms, 

Said  the  palm-tree  to  the  Nile  ; 

^  But  the  stream  passed  on  unheeding, 
With  its  old  familiar  smile. 


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Give  back  my  golden  ringlets, 
Said  the  palm-tree  to  the  Nile  ; 

But  the  stream  swept  by  in  silence. 
With  its  dimple  and  its  smile. 

With  its  dimple  and  its  smile  it  passed, 
With  its  dimple  and  its  smile, 

All  heedless  of  the  palm's  low  wail, 
That  sunny,  sunny  Nile  ! 

By  Rodah's  island-garden, 
With  its  ripple  and  its  smile  ; 

By  Shubra's  myrtle  hedgerows, 
It  swept,  that  glorious  Nile ! 

By  Gizeh's  great  palm-forest 
It  flashed  its  stately  smile  ; 

By  Bulak's  river-harbour, — 
That  old  majestic  Nile  ! 

By  pyramid  and  palace, 

With  its  never-ending  smile  ; 

By  tomb,  and  mosque,  and  mazar, 
It  flowed,  that  mighty  Nile  ! 


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THE    GAIN   OF  LOSS. 


Come,  give  me  back  my  blossoms, 
Sighed  the  palm-tree  to  the  Nile ; 

But  the  river  flowed  unheeding, 
With  its  soft  and  silver  smile. 

With  its  soft  and  silver  smile  it  flowed, 
With  its  soft  and  silver  smile, 

All  heedless  of  the  palm-tree's  sigh, 
That  strange,  long-wandering  Nile  ! 

It  seemed  to  say,  'tis  better  far 
To  leave  your  flowers  to  me  ; 

I  will  bear  their  yellow  beauty  on 
To  the  wondering,  wondering  sea. 

'Tis  better  they  should  float  away 

Upon  my  dusky  wave. 
Than  find  upon  their  native  stem 

A  useless  home  and  grave. 

If  your  sweet  flowers  remain  with  you. 
Fruitless  your  boughs  must  be  ; 

'Tis  their  departure  brings  the  fruit ; 
Give  your  bright  flowers  to  me. 

Nay,  ask  not  back  your  blossoms. 
To  the  palm-tree  said  the  Nile  ; 

Let  me  keep  them  said  the  river, 
With  its  sweet  and  sunny  smile. 

And  the  palm  gave  up  its  blossoms 
To  its  friend  so  wise  and  old, 

And  saw  them  all,  unsighing, 
Float  down  the  river's  gold. 


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THE   GAIN  OF  ZOSS. 

The  amber-tresses  vanished, 

And  the  dear  spring-fragrance  fled 

But  the  welcome  fruit  in  clusters 
Came  richly  up  instead. 

'Tis  thus  we  gain  by  losing, 

And  win  by  failure  here  ; 
We  doff  the  gleaming  tinsel, 

The  golden  crown  to  wear. 

Our  sickness  is  our  healing, 
Our  weakness  is  our  might. 

Life  is  but  death's  fair  offspring. 
And  day  the  child  of  night. 

'Tis  thus  we  rise  by  setting. 

Through  darkness  reach  our  day. 

Our  own  ways  hourly  losing, 
To  find  the  eternal  way. 

'Tis  by  defeat  we  conquer, 
Grow  rich  by  growing  poor  ; 

And,  from  our  largest  givings, 
We  draw  our  fullest  store. 

Then  let  the  blossoms  perish. 
And  let  the  fragrance  go  ; 

All  the  surer  and  the  larger 
Is  the  harvest  we  shall  know. 

All  the  sweeter  and  the  louder 
Our  song  of  harvest  home, 

WTien  earth's  ripe  autumn  smileth. 
And  the  reaping-day  has  come. 


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ORIENS. 

» CROSS  the  plains  of  Europe,  through 
the  smoke 
Of  its  grim  cities,  bend  thy  gaze  afar 
To  Syrian  mountains,  o'er  whose  tops  first  woke 
The  youth  and  splendour  of  tim.e's morning- 
star. 

Turn  from  thy  native  west,  where  daylight  dies, 
And  look  to  the  fair  lands  where  morning 
springs; 

Mom,  with  its  fresh  and  fragrant  ministries. 
And  resurrection-symbols  on  its  wings. 

Cradle  of  life  and  birth-land  of  the  day. 
How  the  heart  turns  to  it  in  silent  hours, 

As  to  the  home  of  true  nativity. 

Truer  than  this  far  western  shore  of  ours. 

Six  thousand  summers,  each  a  golden  dream, 
Have  flung  their  glo\Wng  mantles  o'er  its 
hills  ; 

Myriads  of  mornings,  each  a  ruby  gleam. 
Have  flushed  in  beauty  o'er  its  lowly  rills. 

Turn  from  thy  native  north,  where  suns  are 
scant, 
And  stars  are  mute,  and  skies  all  sickly-pale, 
To  purer  climes  where  stars  are  eloquent, 
\\Tiere  suns  and  skies  put  on  no  cloudy 
veil. 


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O  cliffs  and  vales,  palm-groves  and  olive- 
slopes, 
Fountains  and  tranquil  lakes,  serenely  bright, 
Where  sprung  and  blossomed  earth's  first  living 
hopes. 
And  darkness  fled  before  the  rising  light. 

Where  heaven  saluted  earth,  and  God  with 
man. 
As  friend  with  friend,  walked  in  communion 
dear  ; 
Where  peace  descended,  and  the  ancient  ban 
Was  cancelled  that  forbade  us  to  draw  near. 

Where  words  were  spoken,  and  where  deeds 
were  done, 
That  changed  the  current  of  earth's  history, 
That  overthrew  old  altars,  one  by  one  ; 
Where  truth  divine  shook  down  each  human 
lie. 

That  spoke  to  weary  souls  of  rest  and  peace. 
Of  the  great  love  of  God,  so  sure  and  true, 

Of  the  wide  open  gate  to  heavenly  bliss. 
Of  life  through  death,  of  old  things  all 
made  new. 

It  is  not  now  what  once  it  was  of  old, 
Nor  what  it  shall  be  in  the  age  divine  ; 

Yet  still  it  beameth  with  a  love  untold. 

That  dear,  dear  Orient,  light's  authentic 
shrine. 


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FIXISH   THY    WORK. 


O  land  of  morning,  what  a  glory  still 

Above  thee  rests, though  desolate  thy  ways; 

We  look  from  far  to  each  one  sacred  hill, 
And  faith  and  hope  grow  stronger  as  we 
gaze. 

How  doubly  true    seems    truth    when   seen 
through  you, 

Sion,  and  Lebanon,  and  Olivet ; 
How  dear  the  Amen,  old  yet  ever  new, 

That  echoes  to  us  from  each  ancient  height. 

Blessed  the  eyes  that  once  upon  you  gazed, 
Blessed  the  feet   that  once  your  highways 
trod, 
Blessed  the  ears  that  heard  the  hymns  once 
raised 
In  Salem's  shrine,  upon  the  Mount  of  God. 


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FINISH    THY   WORK. 

MiXISH  thy  work,  the  time  is  short, 
^       The  sun  is  in  the  west, 
^'^  The  night  is  coming  down,  till  then 
Think  not  of  rest. 

Yes,  finish  all  thy  work,  then  rest ; 

Till  then  rest  never  ; 
The  rest  prepared  for  thee  by  God 

Is  rest  for  ever. 


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Finish  thy  work,  then  wipe  thy  brow, 

Ungird  thee  from  thy  toil ; 
Take  breath, — and  from  each  weary  limb 

Shake  off  the  soil. 

Finish  thy  work,  then  sit  thee  down 

On  some  celestial  hill, 
And  of  its  strength-reviving  air 

Take  thou  thy  fill. 

Finish  thy  work,  then  go  in  peace, 
Life's  battle  fought  and  won  ; 

Hear  from  the  throne  the  Master's  voice, 
"  Well  done,  well  done." 

Finish  thy  work,  then  take  thy  harp, 

Give  praise  to  God  above  ; 
Sing  a  new  song  of  thankful  joy 

And  endless  love. 

Give  thanks  to  Him  who  held  thee  up 

In  all  thy  path  below. 
Who  made  thee  faithful  to  the  death, 

And  crowns  thee  now. 


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THE  SWORD. 


OR  the  warfare  gird  it  on. 
Nor  until  the  fight  be  won, 
And  the  day's  sharp  work  is  done. 
Lay  it  by  ! 


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THE   SWORD. 


Sharp  its  edge ;   oh,  use  it  well ; 
Strong  against  the  strongest  spel 
Ever  framed  in  earth  or  hell, 


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Bright  its  blade,  oh  keep  it  bright. 
For  the  battle,  day  and  night ; 
Stainless  as  the  flashing  light. 

Let  it  shine  ! 

With  it  hew  thy  onward  way, 
Through  hell's  thickest  war-array  : 
Nothing  let  thy  soul  dismay ; 

To  the  last ! 

Weapon  of  the  true  and  just. 
Trust  it  strongly,  warrior,  trust. 
Keep  it  free  from  earthly  rust ; 

Win  it  must  ! 

Strike  for  God,  and  let  each  blow 
Tell  on  Satan's  overthrow, 
Be  the  ruin  of  a  foe  ; 

Strike  for  God  ! 

Not  for  angels  was  it  made, 
Man  alone  can  wield  that  blade. 
Soldiers  of  the  great  crusade, — 
Host  of  God ! 

Sword  of  God,  Thy  power  we  hail ; 
He  who  has  Thee  cannot  fail, 
He  who  trusts  Thee  must  prevail. 
Mighty  sword ! 


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VIGIL  ATE. 


Rich  in  victories  untold, 
Still  the  precious  sword  of  old, 
Steel  and  gems  and  glorious  gold, 
To  the  last  I 

Till  the  warfare  shall  be  done. 
Till  the  victor}^  be  won, 
Till  the  triumph  be  begun. 

Grasp  we  Thee  ! 

VIGILATE. 

^S^S'T  travels  onward, this  old  worldof  ours, 
>r3f^l(  Bending  beneath  the  weia^ht  of  years 
■^^^^^  and  hours; 

Mark  its  grey  hairs,  and  note  its  failingpowers ! 

Vigilate ! 
Its  infancy,  and  youth,  and  prime  are  gone  ; 
Leaning  upon  its  staff,  it  totters  on, 
As  one  whose  weary  course  is  nearly  done. 

Vigilate .' 
Its  sinking  suns  their  lean,  long  shadows  cast, 
Its  noon-gay  mirth  and  rosy  smiles  are  past, 
Its  fair,  fresh  firmament  grows  wan  at  last. 

Vigilate ! 

Like  leaves  from  some  unknown,  mysterious 

tree 
Above  our  reach,  its  moments  silently 
Are  dropping  from  a  far  eternity. 

Vigilate  1 


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VIGIL  ATE. 


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The    nations  shrink   and  tremble,  king    and 

crowd  : 
God's  lightnings  leap  and  flash  from  von  red 

cloud, 
Answers  each  cliff,  and  peak,  and  vale  aloud. 

T'lgilaie  .' 

The  people  cower  and  flte.   like  frightened 

flock. 
Earth's  stablest  kingdoms  to  their  centre  rock. 
And  the   old  crust  seems   heaving  with   the 

shock. 

Vigilate : 

The  gems  upon  the  brow  of  kings  grow  dim, 
Like  stars  of  morning  in  heaven's  eastern  rim. 
Fainter  and  feebler  float  up  song  and  hvmn. 

J'igilate  .' 

The  world's  old  voice  falls  low,  that  once  was 

strong. 
And  echo  can  but  faintly  now  prolong 
The  •■  \unc  dimittis"  of  its  dying  song. 

Vigilate .' 


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JUBILATE. 

O  quando  lucescet  tuus 
Qui  nescit  occasum,  dies, 
O  quando  sancta  se  dabit, 
Qui  nescit  hostem  patria  ! 

Old  Hymn. 

HE  night-shades  have  be^un  their 
^  flight, 

^  The  mists  are  passing  into  light, 
The  morning-star  is  on  the  height 
Jubilate .' 

Adown  the  dark  crag's  sea-stained  steep 
The  daylight  has  begun  to  creep, 
The  clouds  are  wakening  from  their  sleep  ; 

Jubilate  ! 

Round  the  still  sweep  of  list'ning  skies, 
The  voice  of  the  Archangel  flies, 
Bidding  the  blessed  dead  arise ; 

Jubilate  1 

Like  sparkles  from  the  glassy  sea, 

Or  gleams  of  far  eternity, 

The  signs  of  coming  joy  we  see  ; 

Jubilate  .' 

The  battle  has  been  fought  and  won. 
The  sad,  long  work  of  sin  undone. 
The  age  of  righteousness  begun  ; 

Jubilate  .' 


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SWEET   CUP    OF  SORROW. 

The  chains  are  on  the  Tempter  now ; 
Of  God  and  man  the  broken  foe 
Lies  in  eternal  dungeon  low; 

Jubilate  ! 

Silent  the  storm  of  passion  now  ; 
Cooled  the  hot  air  of  strife  below  ; 
The  strong-  before  the  feeble  bow ; 

Jubilate ! 

See  on  yon  green  and  silent  plain 
The  idle  sword,  the  broken  chain  ; 
And  rust,  not  blood,  is  in  their  stain  ; 

Jubilate  ! 

The  reign  of  peace  and  truth  has  come 
Christ  on  His  earth  has  found  a  home, 
And  Israel  rests,  no  more  to  roam  ; 

Jubilate  ! 

Death,  the  last  enemy,  is  slain. 
Life  in  its  joy  has  come  again. 
And  love  resumes  its  ancient  strain  ; 

Jubilate  I 

SWEET   CUP   OF   SORROW. 

^WEET  cup  of  sorrow, 
I  would  drink  thee  ! 
Cup  of  unearthly  wine. 
As  thy  lip  touches  mine, 
I  would  bethink  me, — 


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*'  Christ  my  joy  and  hope, 
Once  drained  a  bitterer  cup, 
Let  me  then  drink  thee  up  ! " 

Dear  cup  of  sorrow, 

I  would  own  thee  ! 
And  speak  thy  praises  true, 
As  only  those  can  do 

\\Tio  have  known  thee. 
Sweet  and  bitter  joined, 

Medicine  of  soul  and  mind, 
Health  in  thee  let  me  find  I 

Though  thou  art  bitter, 

Love  is  in  thee  ; 
Pledge  of  the  brighter  wine. 
Let  my  pale  lips  touch  thine  ; 

For  within  thee 
Are  the  blessings  seven  ; 
O  cup,  O  wine  of  heaven. 
At  the  high  banquet  given  ! 


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ZION'S   MORNING. 

^^'lON,  awake  ! 

Thy  night  is  at  an  end, 
Thy  dawn  has  come, 

Thy  sun  at  last  has  risen. 

Above  thee  once  again 

The  glory  rests  ; — 

Arise  and  shine  ! 


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Ages  of  troubled  sleep, 
Long  years  of  feverish  dreams, 
Have  been  thy  lot,  since  first, 
From  the  deep  blood-filled  cup, 
In  madness  thou  didst  drain 
Wine  of  astonishment ; 
And  the  dark  sleep  began  I 

The  Roman  battle-axe 

Has  thundered  at  thy  gates  ; 

The  Roman  torch  laid  low 

Thy  marble  shrine  ; 

The  Roman  plough  thy  sides 

Has  furrowed  o'er  and  o'er  ; — 

Yet  thou  hast  slept  I 

The  tramp  of  Moslem  feet, 
Clang  of  crusading  steel. 
The  sound  of  endless  war. 
Voices  of  foe  and  friend, 
The  wailing  of  thy  sons, 
Have  all  been  vain  ; 
Thou  hast  not  waked  I 

At  length,  awake,  arise  I 
Put  on  thy  glorious  strength. 
In  beauty  deck  thyself; 
Go  forth  to  meet  thy  King, 
Who  comes  in  love  and  might, 
In  majesty  and  joy  ; 
Thine  own  anointed  King ! 


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vvj^REAK    forth    in    song,    long-silent 
%>  earth  ; 

Take  up  the  unforgotten  strain  ; 
Spread  over  vale  and  hill  the  mirth 
That  tells  of  time  begun  again. 

Awake,  Jerusalem,  rejoice  ! 

Thy  night  is  glimmering  into  noon. 
Zion,  arise  !   lift  up  thy  voice  ; 

Thy  sorrows  shall  be  ended  soon. 

Sounds  the  deep  vesper  bell  of  time. 

Through  earth's  last  tempest  slowly  borne, 

For  thee  it  is  the  matin-chime, 

And  to  thy  sons  the  note  of  morn . 

Arise,  put  on  thy  robe  of  white  ; 

Deck  thee  with  beauty  ;  let  each  gem 
Sparkle  its  fairest  to  the  light ; 

Put  on  thy  crown,  Jerusalem. 

Thy  widowhood  is  over  now ; 

Strip  off  thy  weeds  ;  in  bridal  gold 
And  orient  pearls  thy  glory  show. 

More  regal  than  in  days  of  old. 

Upon  thee  now  the  Bridegroom  pours 
The  fulness  of  an  unquench'd  love  ; 

He  leads  thee  where  the  endless  stores 
Of  His  own  gladness  thou  shalt  prove. 


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He  comes,  with  His  own  hand  to  press 
Each  wrinkle  from  thy  careworn  brow 

'Tis  joy,  and  song-,  and  mirth,  and  bliss. 
All  Hallel  and  Hosanna  now. 


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^/^-P^  Zion,  arise  and  shine. 

^SJ         ^"  ^^^^  ^^^  risen  at  length 
The  glory  of  the  Lord, 
The  glory  of  thy  God. 

Lo,  darkness  covers  earth, 

With  universal  veil. 

Thick  darkness  overspreads 
The  nations  near  and  far, 
Darkness  that  may  be  felt. 

On  thee,  thy  glorious  sun, 

Jehovah,  shall  arise  ; 

O'er  thee,  when  all  is  night, 
His  glory  shall  be  seen. 
Bright  herald  of  the  dawn. 

To  thee  the  nations  crowd, 
And  in  thy  light  they  walk  ; 
Zion,  to  thee  they  look. 
Kings  to  thy  brightness  come, 
Great  dayspring  of  the  world. 


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No  more  shall  violence 

Be  heard  within  thy  walls ; 
The  spoiler  is  no  more  ; 
Thy  walls  salvation  thou 
Shalt  call,  and  thy  gates  praise. 

No  more  thy  skies  shall  need 

The  splendour  of  this  sun ; 
Thy  noon  is  ever  fair  ; 
No  more  thy  happy  night 
Shall  need  this  earthly  moon. 

Jehovah  is  thy  light, 
Thy  everlasting  sun  ; 

Thy  God  thy  glory  is  ; 

Thy  days  of  mourning  now 

Are  at  an  end  for  aye. 

Awake,  put  on  thy  strength, 
Zion,  awake,  arise  ! 

Put  on  thy  raiment  fair, 

Holy  Jerusalem, 

The  city  of  the  King. 

No  more,  no  more  the  foe 
Shall  pass  within  thy  gates. 
Never  again  th'  unclean 
Shall  tread  thy  blessed  streets  ; 
Zion,  thy  King  is  come  ! 


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LIGHT  IN  DARKNESS. 

The  wilderness  shall  bloom, 

The  desolate  place  be  glad, 
The  desert  shall  rejoice, 
And  blossom  as  the  rose  ; 
For  all  is  gladness  then. 

To  Zion,  then,  with  songs 

The  ransomed  of  the  Lord 

Returns,  and  endless  joy  ; 
Sorrow  and  sighing  then 
Have  fled  away  for  ever. 

Now  with  Jerusalem 

Rejoice  ye  and  be  glad, 

All  ye  that  love  her  peace, 

Rejoice  for  joy  with  her, 

Ye,  who  for  her  have  mourned. 

Behold,  now  I  create 
New  heavens,  new  earth  ; 

Rejoice,  for  I  create 

Jerusalem  a  joy, 

A  joy  for  evermore. 


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LIGHT    IN    DARKNESS. 

H,  Lord,  the  world  is  dark  ! 

But  Thou  art  only,  only  light. 
Its  sun  is  but  a  dying  spark  ; 
But  Thou  art  ever,  ever  bright. 


LIGHT  IN  DARKNESS. 


Earth  has  no  wisdom,  Lord  ! 

But  Thou  art  only,  only  wise  ; 
No  bread  its  hungry  fields  afford, 

No  rain  its  iron  skies ! 


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A  child  of  light  am  I ; 

My  way  I  cannot,  cannot  miss ; 
And  yet  the  goal  I  scarce  descry, 

In  blinding  darkness  such  as  this. 
Upon  the  narrow  road. 

Deep  mist  is  settling  darkly  down  ; 
And  now  the  narrow  and  the  broad 

Seem  mingled  into  one  ! 


Light  for  these  days  of  gloom  ! 

Truth-beams  to  liberate  and  cheer ; 
Light  for  Thy  Church  to  guide  her  home, 

Light  for  each  pilgrim-footstep  here. 
Let  in  the  living  blaze, 

Till  the  deep  midnight  shines  as  day ; 
Sweep  off  the  soul-bewildering  haze 

That  hides  the  healing  ray. 

Build  up  the  broken  faith  ; 

Lest  hell,  all  hell,  begin  to  mock. 
The  treasures  of  Thy  life  and  death, 

O  dying,  living  One,  unlock  ! 
Raise  up  the  ruined  truth. 

Afar  let  each  fair  falsehood  flee  ; 
Restore  Thy  Church's  glorious  youth, 

Her  primal  purity. 


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LIGHT  IN  DARKNESS. 


Bring  back  Thy  straying  sheep, 

Who  in  this  evil,  cloudy  day 
Have  failed  the  path  of  truth  to  keep, 

Loving  dark  error's  spell-strewn  way. 
Cleanse  out  the  temple,  Lord  ! 

Scourge  out,  O  Christ  !  the  hireling  train  ; 
And  scatter  far  the  robber-horde 

That  crowd  Thy  courts  for  gain. 

Thy  Church  from  Satan  guard ; 

Thrust  out  the  error  and  the  lie. 
Self  and  the  flesh  destroy,  O  Lord, 

The  pride,  the  pomp,  the  vanity. 
Give  zeal  and  holiness, — 

The  calm,  brave  energy  of  love  ; 
Shed  down  the  freshening  dew  of  peace, 

The  life-shower  from  above. 

Bid  the  long  ages  flee. 

Of  doubt,  uncertainty,  and  strife  ; 
Give  back  the  ancient  unity, 

The  love,  the  beauty,  and  the  life. 
Reign  of  the  wise  and  just ! 

Age  of  the  good,  the  great,  and  true  ! 
Through  these  thick  clouds  of  smoke  and  dust, 

We  calmly  wait  for  you. 


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OUR    BATTLE. 

Intrabimus,  post  omnia 
Devicta  mundi  prselia, 
Carnis  soluti  vinculis, 
Vitae  pereunis  Sabbatum. 

Old  Hymn. 


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OW  goes  the  fight  with  thee  ? 

^^        The  Hfe-long  battle  with  all  evil 
^^M         things  ? 
Thine  no  low  strife,  and  thine  no  selfish  aim  ; 

It  is  the  war  of  giants  and  of  kings. 

Goes  the  fight  well  with  thee  ? 

This  living  fight  with  death  and  death's 
dark  power? 
Is  not  the  stronger  than  the  strong  one  near  ; 
With  thee  and/or  thee  in  the  fiercest  hour  ? 

Does  it  grow  slacker  now  ? 

Then  tremble  ;  for,  be  sure,  thy  hellish  foe 
Slacks  not ;  'tis  thou  that  slackest  in  the  fight ; 

Fainter  and  feebler  falls  each  weary  blow. 

Dread  not  the  din  and  smoke. 

The  stifling  poison  of  the  fiery  air ; 

Courage  !   It  is  the  battle  of  thy  God ; 

Go,  and  for  Him  learn  how  to  do  and  dare  ! 

What  though  ten  thousand  fall  ! 

And  the  red  field  with  the  dear  dead  be 
strewn  ; 


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OUR   BATTLE. 


Grasp  but  more  bravely  thy  bright  shield  and 
sword. 
Fight  to  the  last,  although  thou  fight' st 
alone. 

What  though  ten  thousand  faint, 

Desert,  or  yield,  or  in  weak  terror  flee  ! 

Heed  not  the  panic  of  the  multitude  ; 

Thine  be  the  Captain's  watchword, — Vic- 
tory ! 

Look  to  thine  armour  well  ! 

Thine  the  one  panoply  no  blow  that  fears  ; 
Ours  is  the  day  of  rusted  swords  and  shields, 

Of  loosened  helmets  and  of  broken  spears. 

Heed  not  the  throng  of  foes  I 

To  fight  'gainst  hosts  is  still  the  Church's 
lot. 
Side  thou  with  God,  and  thou  must  win  the  day; 
Woe  to  the  man  'gainst  whom  hell  fighteth 
not! 

Say  not  the  fight  is  long  ; — 

'Tis  but  one  battle  and  the  fight  is  o'er ; 
No  second  w^arfare  mars  thy  victory, 

And  the  one  triumph  is  for  evermore  ! 


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GOD    IN    ALL,    AND    ALL    IN    GOD. 


^^'HEE  in  the  loving  bloom  of  morn, 
1^=^^     Thee  in  the  purple  eve  we  see  : 
^  °*  ^^  All  things  in  heaven  and  earth,  O  Lord, 
Live  and  move  in  Thee ! 

Thee  in  the  spring's  fresh  joy  and  life  ; 

Thee  in  the  May-dew's  timid  glow ; 
Thee  in  the  autumn's  mellow  blush  ; 

Thee  in  winter's  snow  ! 

Life  is  not  life  without  Thee,  Lord  ; 

Thou  fiU'st  creation's  wondrous  whole  ; 
Light  is  not  light  without  Thy  love  ; 

Blank  this  boundless  soul  ! 

Thee,  Lord,  without,  this  seeing  eye 
Looks  on  a  mist,  a  void,  a  blot ; 

Thee,  Lord,  without,  this  hearing  ear 
Hears,  yet  heareth  not ! 

No,  not  the  beauty  of  the  earth, 
Not  the  v/ide  splendour  of  the  sea; 

No,  not  the  glory  of  the  heavens, — 
Save  as  seen  in  Thee  ! 

No,  not  the  fragrance  of  the  woods. 
Nor  the  deep  music  of  the  breeze, 

Not  all  the  hues  of  field  and  flower, — 
But  Thyself  in  these  ! 


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GOB  IN  ALL,   AND  ALL   IN   GOD. 

No,  not  the  valley  nor  the  hill, 

The  lake,  the  stream,  the  waterfall ; 

No,  not  the  girdling  zone  of  blue, — 
But  Thyself  in  all! 

No,  not  the  flash  of  diamond. 
The  glow  of  pale  or  rosy  gem ; 

Not  the  fair  marble's  polished  front, — 
But  Thyself  in  them  ! 

Without  Thee  day  is  darkest  night, 
With  Thee  the  deepest  night  is  day ; 

Earth's  only  sun,  O  Lord,  art  Thou, — 
Shine  our  night  away. 

Being  of  beings,  Lord  and  God, 

Thee  in  all  things  these  eyes  would  see 

And  all  things  round,  beneath,  above. 
Lord  in  Thee,  in  Thee  ! 

Most  blessed  Lord,  great  God  of  all. 
My  dawn,  my  noon,  my  day,  my  eve, 

My  light,  my  glory,  and  my  joy, 
Lord,  in  whom  I  live  ! 

Give  to  me  every  day  and  hour, 
Some  newer,  holier,  happier  ray, 

The  earnest  to  my  longing  heart, 
Lord,  of  Thy  true  day  ! 


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SHINE    ON. 


HINE  on,  sweet  sun,  and  let  my  day 
Grow  brighter,  as  the  gentle  hours, 
„  __  Moving  in  silent  love,  draw  up 
The  incense  of  the  noon-day  flowers. 

I  need  not  fear  the  awful  night 

That  prophet-pens  foretell  as  near  ; 

For  me  there  is  no  cloud  nor  night, 
My  firmament  is  fair  and  clear. 


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It  may  be  that  the  wrath  may  burst. 
And  nations  drink  the  cup  of  ill  ; 

I  need  not  tremble  at  the  storm, 
My  summer  shall  be  summer  still. 

Like  the  fair  stars  my  peace  shall  be  ; 

My  life  is  hid  with  Christ  in  God. 
My  anchor  is  within  the  veil. 

And  there  my  soul  hath  her  abode. 

The  dark  to  me  is  only  bright ; 

Calm,  as  the  sea  of  glass,  time's  flood 
All  grief  is  joy,  and  pain  is  ease, 

And  evil  shall  be  only  good. 


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THE   WAR -SONG   OF   THE   CHURCH, 

OUNDS  the  trumpet  from  afar! 
^^  Soldiers  of  the  holy  war, 
"■^^   Rise  ;  for  you  your  Captain  waits  ; 
Rise,  the  foe  is  at  the  gates. 

Arm  !  the  conflict  has  begun  ; 
Fight  !  the  battle  must  be  won ; 
Lift  the  banner  to  the  sky. 
Wave  its  blazing  folds  on  high. 

Banner  of  the  blessed  tree, — 
Round  its  glory  gather  ye  I 
Warriors  of  the  crown  and  cross, 
WTiat  is  earthly  gain  or  loss  I 

Life  with  death,  and  death  with  life 
Closes  now  in  deadly  strife  ; 
Help  us  ^^^th  Thy  shield  and  sv.ord, 
King  and  Captain,  mighty  Lord. 

King  of  glory.  Thou  alone  ; 
King  of  kings,  Th}-  name  we  own  ; 
With  Thy  banner  overhead 
Not  ten  thousand  foes  we  dread. 

Spare  not  toil,  nor  blood,  nor  pain. 
Not  a  stroke  descends  in  vain ; 
Wounded,  still  no  foot  we  yield 
On  this  ancient  battle-field. 


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UPWARD. 


More  than  conquerors  even  now, 
'^  With  the  war-sweat  on  our  brow, 

Onward  o'er  the  well-marked  road, 
March  we  as  the  host  of  God. 

Royal  is  the  sword  we  wield, 
Royal  is  our  battle-field, 
Royal  is  our  victory. 
Royal  shall  our  triumph  be. 


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UPWARD, 

PWARD  where  the  stars  are  burning 
Silent,  silent,  in  their  turning 

Round  the  never-changing  pole; 
Upward  where  the  sky  is  brightest, 
Upward  where  the  blue  is  lightest 
Lift  I  now  my  longing  soul. 

Far  above  that  arch  of  gladness, 
Far  beyond  these  clouds  of  sadness. 

Are  the  many  mansions  fair. 
Far  from  pain  and  sin  and  folly 
In  that  palace  of  the  holy, — 

I  would  find  my  mansion  there  ! 

Where  the  glory  brightly  dwelleth, 
Where  the  new  song  sweetly  swelleth. 

And  the  discord  never  comes  ; 
Where  life's  stream  is  ever  laving 
And  the  palm  is  ever  waving; — 

That  must  be  the  home  of  homes. 


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GOODWILL   TOWARD   MEN. 

Where  the  Lamb  on  high  is  seated, 
By  ten  thousand  voices  greeted, 

Lord  of  lords,  and  King  of  kings. 
Son  of  man,  they  crown,  they  crown  Him, 
Son  of  God,  they  own,  they  own  Him, 

With  His  name  the  palace  rings. 

Blessing,  honour,  without  measure, 
Heavenly  riches,  earthly  treasure. 

Lay  we  at  His  blessed  feet  ; 
Poor  the  praise  that  now  we  render, 
Loud  shall  be  our  voices  yonder, 

WTien  before  His  throne  we  meet. 


GOODWILL   TOWARD    MEN. 

Foeno  jacere  pertulit, 

Prtesepe  non  abhonuit, 

Parvoque  lacte  pastus  est, 

Per  quern  uec  ales  esurit. — Old  Hymn. 

.|^^0  God,  our  God,  has  come  ! 

^^^       To  us  a  Child  is  born, 
v^./^i'^  To  us  a  Son  is  given. 

Bless,  bless  the  blessed  morn, 
O  happy,  lowly,  lofty  birth. 
Now  God,  our  God,  has  come  to  earth. 

Rejoice,  our  God  has  come  ! 
In  love  and  lowliness. 


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y^^^  The  Son  of  God  has  come, 

The  sons  of  men  to  bless. 
God  with  us  now  descends  to  dwell, 
God  in  our  flesh,  Immanuel. 

Praise  ye  the  Word  made  flesh  !  /'  "^V^ 

True  God,  true  man  is  He. 
Praise  ye  the  Christ  of  God  ' 
To  Him  all  glory  be. 
Praise  ye  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain,         ^^il^J 
Praise  ye  the  King  that  comes  to  reign.  ^^^ 


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THE    WALK    OF    FAITH. 

^ra^^IGHT  hath  arisen,    we   walk   in   its 

^fM^^  brightness ; 

^^^&     Joy  hath  descended,  its  fulness  has 

come  ; 
Peace  hath  been  spoken,  we  hear  it,  we  take  it; 
Angels  are  singing,  and  shall  we  be  dumb  ? 

Calm  mid  the  tempest  around  us  that  rages. 
Mid  the  lone  weariness  ever  at  rest ; 

Silent  amid  the  rude  uproar  of  voices, 
Sometimes  disquieted,  never  opprest. 

Happy  in  Him  who  hath  loved  us  and  bought 
us, 

Rich  in  the  life  which  He  gives  to  His  own. 
Filled  with  the  peace  passingall  understanding, 

Never  less  lonely  than  just  when  alone. 


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THE    WALK   OF  FAITH. 


Bright  mid  the  thickest  of  earth's  rolling 
shadows, 
Light  of  the  glory  still  playing  around ; 
Sunshine  at  midnight,  fair  noon  in  the  twi- 
light. 
When  the  damp  mist-gloom  lies  dull  on 
■    the  ground. 

Safe  in  His  strength,  in  His  love  ever  happy. 
What  are  the  tremblings  and  tossings  of 
time? 

Firm  in  His  grasp,  to  His  arm  ever  clinging, 
Upward,  still  upward,  we  buoyantly  climb. 

High  on  the  rock,  in  our  fortress  sure  shel- 
tered, 
Wave,  wind,  and  foeman  assail  us  in  vain. 
Buckler  and  shield  is  He,  what  can  alarm  us. 
What  though  the  fiery  darts  shower  like  the 
rain  ? 

Lead  on,  our  Captain,  we  follow,  we  follow, 
Life  is  no  slumber,  our  battle  no  dream ; 

Lift  up  Thy  banner,  we  rally,  we  rally. 
Wave  high  Thy  sword,  we  press  on  in  its 
gleam. 

Jesus,  to  Thee  we  look.  Saviour  Almighty ; 

Jesus,  on  Thee  we  rest,  happy  and  free  ; 
Jesus,  on  Thee  we  feed,  bread  of  the  hungry  ; 

Jesus  our  all,  lo,  we  lean  upon  Thee ! 


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THE   SHEPHERD'S    VOICE. 


What  are  the  shadows  around  us  still  floating, 

Sunshine  is  glowing  all  brightly  above, 
Heed  not  the  height    of  the  cliffs  we    are 
climbing, 
From  them  we  gaze  on  the  land  that  we 
love. 


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THE    SHEPHERD'S    VOICE, 

^^g'HEY  hear  His  voice  ! 

1^=^^         It  is  their  Shepherd's,  and  they 

^pg^^  know  it  well. 

They  ioilow  Him, 

Where'er  He  leads.  Shepherd  of  Israel. 

A  stranger- voice 

They  know  not,  love  not,  follow  not,  but 
flee. 
One  voice  alone 

Attracts ;    'tis  His,  who    said,    "  Come 
unto  me." 

He  knows  His  sheep  ; 

He  counts  them^  and  He  calleth  them  by 
name. 
He  goes  before  ; 

They  follow  as  He  leads,  through  flood 
or  flame. 


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THE  SHEPHERD'S   VOICE. 


He  leads  them  out, 

Into  the  pastures  green,  by  waters  still ; 
He  leads  them  in  ; 

And  guards  them  safe  within  the  fold 
from  ill, 

O  wise  and  good  ! 

O  strong  and  loving  One,  mighty  to  save ; 
Thine  own  Thou  wilt 

Still  keep  and  bring  them  up  from  the 
dark  grave. 

No  want  is  theirs  ; 

Thy  fulness  at  their  side  doth  ever  stand  ; 
No  peril  theirs, 

For  none  can  ever  pluck  them  from  Thy 
hand. 

And  when  this  day 

Of  storm  and  scattering  is  ended  here. 
Thou  wilt  them  bring 

To  greener  pastures  and  to  streams  more 
clear. 

Amen,  amen  ! 

Good  Shepherd,  hasten  Thou  that  glo- 
rious day 
When  we  shall  all 

In  the  one  fold  abide  with  Thee  for  aye. 

Thou  in  the  midst ; 

And  we  delivered  from  all  fear  and  sin  ! 
No  hunger  more, 

No  thirst,  nor  heat,  upon  these  plains  of 
green. 


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IS  HE   NOT  FAIR? 


O  Lamb  of  God, 

True  Shepherd  and  true   Lamb,   Thou 
both  in  one  ; 
Us  lead,  us  feed, 

Till,  all  our  wanderings  done,  we  reach 
the  throne. 


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IS  HE  NOT  FAIR? 

Cant.  v.  16. 

§SONE  like  Him,  of  the  sons  of  men, 
^  Of  all  that  noble  be  ; 

^  Among  ten  thousand  of  the  fair, 
The  fairest  He  ! 

Yea,  altogether  lovely  He  ; 

All-perfect,  like  Him  none  ; 
Of  excellent  the  chiefest  He, 

The  Spotless  One. 

His  is  the  name  of  names  in  heaven, 
The  name  of  names  on  earth ; 

I  glory  in  that  glorious  name 
Of  matchless  worth. 

This  my  Beloved  is,  my  Friend, 
Brother,  and  Bridegroom  rare  ; 

O  daughters  of  Jerusalem, 
Is  He  not  fair  ? 


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THE  CHIEF  AMONG  TEN  THOUSAND. 

SoxG,  Chap.  iv. 

^^MEHOLD,  thou  art  all  fair,  my  love  ; 
-^i.       Thine  eyes,  thy  locks,  thy  brow 


All  excellence  and  comeliness,^ — 
How  beautiful  art  Thou  ! 

Stately  thy  neck,  like  David's  tower, 

With  splendour  overspread ; 
Whereon  a  thousand  bucklers  hang, 

Shields  of  the  mighty  dead. 

Till  the  day  break  and  shadows  flee. 

Myself  betake  I  will 
To  the  spice-mountain's  fragrant  heights. 

And  incense-breathing  hill. 

Thou  art  all  beautiful,  my  love, 

There  is  no  spot  in  thee  ! 
Come  then,  my  bride,  from  Lebanon, 

From  Lebanon  with  me. 

Look  from  Amana's  summit,  look 

While  I  am  by  thy  side  ; 
Look  from  the  top  of  Shenir,  look 

From  Herman,  look,  my  bride  ! 

Love,  sister,  bride,  thy  beauty  hath 

Ravished  this  heart  of  mine  ! 
Won  it  thou  hast ;   and  now  it  is 

No  longer  mine,  but  thine. 


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sister  and  spouse,  how  fair  thy  love, 

How  better  far  than  wine  ! 
Thy  fragrance  steals  my  heart,  it  is 

No  longer  mine,  but  thine. 

Thy  lips  are  sweetness,  and  thy  words 

Are  pleasantness  each  one  ; 
Thy  very  raiment  breatheth  forth 

The  breath  of  Lebanon. 

A  garden  is  my  sister-bride, 

A  paradise  shut  in  ; 
A  guarded  spring,  a  fountain  sealed 

With  water  pure  within. 

Thine  are  the  pleasant  fruits  and  flowers, 

Beneath,  around,  above  ; 
Spikenard  and  balm,  and  myrrh  and  spice, 

A  paradise  of  love. 

Thine  are  the  springs  which  freshly  o'er 

A  thousand  gardens  run, 
The  well  of  living  waters  Thou, 

And  streams  from  Lebanon. 

Awake,  O  north  wind,  come  thou  south. 

Upon  my  garden  blow  ! 
So  shall  the  happy  fragrance  out 

From  all  its  spices  flow. 

Then  forth  through  all  His  Paradise, 

Let  my  beloved  rove. 
To  breathe  the  gladness  of  its  air, 

And  eat  His  fruits  of  love. 


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TO    MY  TEMPTER. 

AIR  sin,  tempt  me  not ; 
^  Tempt  me  not,  fair  sin  ! 

Thy  loveliness  is  false, 
False  is  thy  loveliness  ; — 
Tempter,  away  ! 

Sweet  sin,  kiss  me  not ; 

Kiss  me  not,  sweet  sin  ! 

Thy  kiss  is  fire  and  woe, 
Fire  and  woe  thy  kiss  ; — 

Kisser,  begone  ! 


Bright  sin,  love  me  not  ; 

Love  me  not,  bright  sin ! 

Dark  to  me  is  thy  love 
Thy  love  dark  to  me  !- 

Lover,  farewell  ! 

Eloquent  sin,  hush  ; 

Hush,  eloquent  sin; 

Thy  eloquence  is  vain. 
Vain  thy  eloquence  ; — 

Sophist,  begone  ! 


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DIVINE    PEACE. 

EACE  upon  peace,  like  wave  on  wave, 
This  is  the  portion  that  I  crave  ; 
^^      The  peace  of  God  which  passeth 
thought, 
The  peace  of  Christ  which  changeth 
not. 

Peace  like  the  river's  gentle  flow, 
Peace  like  the  morning's  silent  glow. 
From  day  to  day,  in  love  supplied, 
An  endless  and  unebbing  tide. 

Peace  flowing  on,  without  decrease, 
From  Him  who  is  our  joy  and  peace. 
Who,  by  His  reconciling  blood. 
Hath  made  the  sinner's  peace  with  God. 

Peace  through  the  night  and  through  the  day, 
Peace  through  all  windings  of  our  way, 
In  pain  and  toil  and  weariness, 
A  deep  and  everlasting  peace. 

O  King  of  peace,  this  peace  bestow 

Upon  a  stranger  here  below  ; 

O  God  of  peace,  thy  peace  impart 
To  every  troubled  trembling  heart. 

Peace  from  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Peace  from  the  Spirit,  all  His  own ; 

Peace  that  shall  never  more  be  lost. 
Of  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


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THE    WHITE    RAIMENT. 


^^^^^HE  babe,  the  bride,  the  quiet  dead, 
f^M^^     Clad  in  peculiar  raiment  all, 
^&7l^  "^'et  each  puts  on  the  spotless  white 
Of  cradle,  shroud,  and  bridal  hall. 

The  babe,  the  bride,  the  shrouded  dead, 
Each  entering  on  an  untried  home. 

Wears  the  one  badge,  the  one  fair  hue, 
Of  birth,  of  wedding,  and  of  tomb. 

Of  death  and  life,  of  mirth  and  grief, 
We  take  it  as  the  symbol  true ; 

It  suits  the  tear,  it  suits  the  sigh. 
That  raiment  of  the  stainless  hue. 

Not  the  rich  rainbow's  varied  bloom, 

That  diapason  of  the  light ; 
Not  the  soft  sunset's  silken  glow, 

Or  flush  of  gorgeous  chrysolite. 

But  purity  of  perfect  light, 

Its  nature,  undivided  ray, 
All  that  is  best  of  moon  and  sun. 

The  purest  of  the  dawn  and  day. 

O  cradle  of  our  youngest  age, 

Adorned  with  white,  how  fair  art  thou ; 
O  robe  of  infancy,  how  bright  I 

Like  moonlight  on  the  moorland  snow. 


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THERE   LAID   THEY  JESUS. 

O  bridal  hall,  and  bridal  robe, 

How  silver  bright  your  jewelled  gleam, 
Like  sunrise  on  the  gentle  face 

Of  some  translucent  mountain-stream. 

O  shroud  of  death,  so  soft  and  pure, 
Like  starlight  upon  marble  fair ; 

Ah,  surely  it  is  life,  not  death, 

That  in  still  beauty  sleepeth  there. 

Let  mine  be  raiment  whiter  still. 

With  lustre  bright  that  cannot  fade  ; 

Purer  and  whiter  than  the  robe 
Of  babe,  or  bride,  or  quiet  dead. 

Mine  be  the  raiment  given  of  God, 

Wrought  of  fine  linen  clean  and  white, 

Fit  for  the  eye  of  God  to  see. 
Meet  for  His  home  of  holy  light. 


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THERE    LAID   THEY  JESUS. 

^EST,  weary  Son  of  God,  and  I  with 
^1  Thee, 

Rest  in  that  rest  of  Thine. 
My  weariness  was  Thine  ;  Thou  bearest  it, 
And  now  Thy  rest  is  mine. 

Rest,  weary  Son  of  God,  we  joy  to  think 

That  all  Thy  toil  is  done. 
No  ache,  no  pang,  no  sigh  for  Thee  again ; 

Thy  joy  is  now  begun. 


THERE  LAID   THEY  JESUS. 

Thy  life  on  earth  was  one  sad  weariness  ; 

Nowhere  to  lay  Thine  head : 
Thy  days  were  toil  and  heat,  Thy  lonely  nights 

Sought  some  cold  mountain  bed. 

How  calmly  in  that  tomb  Thou  liest  now, 

Thy  rest  how  still  and  deep. 
O'er  Thee  in  love  the  Father  rests,  He  gives 

To  His  beloved  sleep. 

On  Bethel-pillow  now  Thy  head  is  laid 

In  Joseph's  rock-hewn  cell ; 
Thy  watchers  are  the  angels  of  Thy  God, 

They  guard  Thy  slumbers  well. 

With  Thee  Thy  God  and  Father  still  abides, 

And  Thou  art  not  alone. 
He  in  that  still,  dark  chamber  is  with  Thee, 

The  well-beloved  Son. 

Oh,  silent,  silent  is  Thy  earthly  tomb  ! 

The  raging  of  Thy  foes 
Is  ended  now ;  nor  Jew  nor  Roman  now 

Can  ruffle  Thy  repose. 

No  rabble-roar,  nor  din,  nor  scoff, 

Can  reach  Thy  holy  ear  ; 
Hatred  may  shout,  or  love  draw  near  to  weep, 

But  nought  now  canst  Thou  hear. 

Rest,  weary  Son  of  God ;  Thy  word  is  done. 

And  all  Thy  burdens  borne  ; 
Rest  on  that  stone,  till  the  third  sun  has  brought 

Thine  everlastinsf  morn. 


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AS  MANY  AS   TOUCHED   HIM. 

Then  to  a  higher,  brighter,  truer  rest, 

Upon  the  throne  above. 
Rise,  weary  Son  of  man,  to  carry  out 

Thy  glorious  work  of  love. 

Ours  may  be  yet  a  way  of  strife  and  toil, 

But  Thou  from  all  art  free. 
Our  future  is  an  unknown  weariness, 

But  all  is  well  with  Thee. 


AS  MANY  AS  TOUCHED  HIM. 

^^^I^E  came  a  leper,  all  unclean  and  foul ; 
^feuf  ^^  ^^^^'  ^^  fresh  as  freshest  in- 
Sfedit  f'ancy. 

So  come  I  to  Thy  feet,  unclean  in  soul, 

So  leave  I,  Lord,  cleansed  and  restored  by 
Thee. 

'^  Lord,  if  Thou  wiliest,  Thou  canst  make  me 
clean," 
He  knew  the  power ;  the  love  he  did  not 
know. 
That  power  he  sought ;  nor  pleaded  he  in 
vain; 
The  love  he  knew  not  came  in  fullest  flow. 


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AS   MASY  AS   TOUCHED   HIM. 


Both  power  and  love  are  in  Thee  plenteous 
still  ; 

As  full  for  me,  as  they  were  once  for  him. 
Still,  Lord,  I  hear  Thee  saying  now,  "  I  will  ;'* 

Let  not  my  ear  be  dull,  my  eye  be  dim. 

I  touch  Thee  and  am  cured  I  No  touch  of 
mine 

Can  render  Thee  impure,  whatever  be 
The  foulness  of  the  hand  that  touches  Thine : — 

Thee  it  defiles  not,  yet  it  cleanses  me. 

I  touch  Thee,  and  the  electric  current  flows  ; 

My  touch  has  all  Thy  skill  and  power  re- 
vealed ; 
Thee  I  infect  not  with  my  sins  or  woes, 

And  yet  by  touchingThee  my  soul  is  healed. 

It  gives  to  Thee  my  sickness,  and  to  me 
Imparts  Thy  health  ;   my  evil  Thou  dost 
bear, 

And  I  Thy  good  ;  all  my  iniquity 

From  me  Thou  takest,  I  Thy  beauty  wear. 

That  touch  to  me  is  Paradise  restored. 
It  is  to  me  the  very  gate  of  heaven. 

Thou  art  my  health,  my  happiness,  O  Lord, 
In  Thee  I  stcind,  delivered  and  forgiven. 

Give  to  my  being  heavenly  strength  and  youth. 
Make  all  the  powers  of  this  my  healed  soul 

Inlets  of  light,  of  holiness,  and  truth  ; 

Thy  love  has  healed  me  and  I  shall  be  whole. 


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PRAYER  TO  THE  SPIRIT. 


LMIGHTY  Comforter  and  Friend, 
Eternal  Spirit,  now  descend. 

Fill  us  from  Thy  heavenly  store ! 
Thou  art  the  Church's  holy  guest, 
Earnest  of  her  eternal  rest. 

Let  us  grieve  Thee  never  more. 


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Great  Promise  of  the  Father,  come. 
The  Church's  fading  lamps  relume  ; 

Come,  rekindle  joy  and  love  ! 
Wisdom,  and  truth,  and  love  are  Thine, 
Life,  light,  and  holiness  divine. 

Shed  Thy  gifts  down  from  above  I 

Witness  of  Him  who  died  and  rose. 
Who,  as  the  Conqueror  of  our  foes. 

Took  His  seat  upon  the  throne  ! 
Great  gift  of  Jesus  glorified, 
Revealer  of  the  crucified. 

Unto  us  reveal  the  Son  ! 


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'^^^i^iY  the  cross  of  Jesus  standing, 

Love  our  straitened  souls  expanding. 
Taste   we  now  the  peace   and 
grace  ! 
Health  from  j^onder  tree  is  flowing, 
Heavenly  light  is  on  it  glowing, 
From  the  blessed  Sufferer's  face. 

Here  the  hol^-,  happy  greeting. 
Here  the  calm  and  joyful  meeting, 

God  with  man  in  glad  accord ; 
Love  that  cross  to  us  is  telling, 
Darkness,  doubt,  and  fear  dispelling ; — 
i^^  Love  in  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord. 

Here  is  pardon's  pledge  and  token. 
Guilt's  strong  chain  for  ever  broken, 

Righteous  peace  securely  made. 
Brightens  now  the  brow  once  shaded, 
Freshens  now  the  face  once  faded. 

Peace  with  God  now  makes  us  glad. 

All  the  love  of  God  is  yonder, 
Love  above  all  thought  and  wonder, 

Perfect  love  that  casts  out  fear  ! 
Strength  like  dew  is  here  distilling. 
Glorious  life  our  souls  is  filling, — 

Life  eternal,  only  here  ! 


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OUE   FATHER'S  HOUSE. 


Here  the  living  water  welleth, 
Here  the  Rock,  now  smitten,  telleth 

Of  salvation  freely  given. 
This  the  fount  of  love  and  pity, 
This  the  pathway  to  the  city, 

This  the  very  gate  of  heaven  ! 


OUR    FATHER'S   HOUSE. 

;OME  of  holy  light, 
Starland  ever  bright. 
Realm  of  joy  and  peace, 
City  of  pure  bliss. 

Hail  we  thy  soft  beams  afar. 
Our  soul's  true  Morning-star. 
Shine  earth's  mists  away, 
Bring  the  long,  fair  day  ! 

Jesus  is  thy  Sun, 
Dimness  thou  hast  none  ; — 
He  the  Lamb  once  slain, 
Theme  of  each  glad  strain. 

Blessing,  honour,  wisdom,  power. 
Be  His  for  evermore  I 
This  the  song  they  sing 
Praising  their  high  King. 


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OUR  FATHER'S  HOUSE. 


Robes  of  festival 
Wear  thy  dwellers  all. 
Sin  Ccin  never  come 
Into  that  dear  home. 

Frown,  nor  fear,  nor  sigh,  nor  strife. 
Disturb  the  joyous  life. 
Port  of  calm  at  last ; 
Every  storm  long-past. 

Earth's  forgotten  dreams, 
Shades  or  golden  gleams, — 
Earth's  forgotten  hours. 
Sunshine  or  sad  showers, — 

Earth's  forgotten  tears,  so  long 
That  marred  time's  rising  song, — 
Come  no  more,  no  more, 
On  that  fair,  fair  shore  ! 

Hail  dear  home  of  rest. 
Palace  of  the  blest. 
Hall  of  hymn  and  psalm, 
Seat  of  deep  true  calm. 

Thee  we  greet  with  longing  love, 
Greet  thou  us  from  above  ! 
Happy,  happy  seat 
Where  the  long-lost  meet ! 

From  the  throne  we  hear 
Heavenly  voices  clear. 
'•'  Come  up  hither  all,*' 
Ringeth  the  loud  call. 


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ALMOST  HOME. 


All  who  bear  the  cross  below 
Who  follow  Jesus  now. 
Answer  we  again, 
"  Yea,  Amen,  Amen." 


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ALMOST  HOME. 

(^It^^IIROM  earth  retiring, 

^T|^^^  Heav  nward  aspiring, 

^^^)^        All  my  long  day's  work  below 

now  done ; 
Calmly  reclining 
All  unrepining, 

Jesus,  let  me  lean  on  Thy  love  alone. 

On  love  relying. 
Thy  love  undying, 

Not  a  shade  can  fall  upon  my  soul ; 
Here  am  I  resting. 
The  joy  foretasting, 

Of  the  life  beyond  this  life's  dark  goal. 

Thine  arms  embracing, 
Each  shadow  chasing, 

Chains  of  flesh  now  cease  my  soul  to  hold  ; 
Pilgrim  staff  breaking. 
Royal  badge  taking. 

Earth's  torn  raiment  all  exchanged  for  gold. 


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ALMOST  HOME. 


No  more  low-caring, 
No  more  wayfaring, 

These  soiled  sandals  loosed  and  flung  away. 
Done  with  the  soiling, 
Done  with  the  toiling. 

All  my  burdens  lay  I  down  for  aye. 

Ended  the  jarring, 
Past  all  the  warrino-, 

Quit  I  gladly  life's  rude  war  array ; 
Victory  crying. 
Enemies  flying. 

Thus  my  armour  put  I  off  for  aye. 

Pain  yet  assails  me. 
Strength  oft-times  fails  me, 

Yet  my  weakness  is  my  strength  and  rest; 
Light  o'er  me  stealing. 
Softly  revealing 

Scenes  of  glory  up  among  the  blest. 

Head  no  more  sinking. 
Eyes  no  more  shrinking. 

From  the  world's  gay  glitter  here  below  ; 
Life's  cup  is  draining, 
Time's  star  is  waning, 

Christ,  receive  my  soul !  To  Thee  I  go. 

Earth  is  retreating, 
Heaven  is  me  greeting, 

Hope  is  lighting  up  new  scenes  above  ; 


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Tranquilly  lying, 
Peacefully  dying, 

Jesus  beckons  upward  to  His  love. 


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RESURRECTION. 


OON  this  corruptible 
Shall,  from  the  tomb, 
Rise  incorruptible. 
Leaving  the  gloom. 
Soon  shall  this  mortal  frame 
Spring  from  its  bed  of  shame. 
When  Christ  hath  come. 

Bright  morn  of  morns  to  me. 

When  I  arise, 
Leaving  the  grave  behind  ; 

When  these  dull  eyes 
Shall  my  Redeemer  see 
In  immortality 

In  yonder  skies ; 

Then  shall  the  glorious  hope 
Come  from  on  high ; 

Death  shall  be  swallowed  up 
In  victory. 

Then  shall  we  gladly  sing, 

Death,  where  is  now  thy  sting, 
Thy  victory  ? 


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THE  DELIVERER. 


Grave,  where  thy  triumph  now, 

Thy  victory  ? 
WTiere  are  thy  captives  now? — 

Set  free,  set  free  ! 
Tom  from  thy  grasp  are  they, 
Plucked  from  th}'  power  away, 

Set  free,  set  free  ! 

Thanks  then  to  God  our  Lord, 

Thanks  ever  be  ! 
Praises  to  Christ  our  Lord 

For  ever  be  ! 
Who,  o'er  the  mortal  gloom, 
Who,  o'er  the  hatefril  tomb. 

Gives  victory. 


THE   DELIVERER. 

I  will  come  in  and  sup  with  him. 

Imitated  from  Latin. 

^OME,  oh  come,  Thou  King  of  glory, 
Take  us  from  our  prison-house  ; 
^^^^   Purge  and  heal  the  wounded  con- 
science. 
Perfect  pardon  seal  to  us. 

Hallelujah, 
King  of  glory,  visit  us. 


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THE  DELIVERER. 


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In  iniquity  conceived, 

Born  in  sin,  estranged  from  Thee  ; 
Ours  has  been  a  life  of  bondage  ; — 

Thou  hast  bought  and  made  us  free. 
Hallelujah, 

Let  us  chant  our  jubilee. 

Give  us,  of  Thy  fulness  give  us. 

Fountain  of  all  holiness  ! 
Give  us.  Lord,  the  purged  conscience, 

Resting  calmly  on  Thy  grace. 
Hallelujah, 

In  Th}  self  us  freely  bless. 

King  of  glory,  every  shadow 

Take  from  between  us  and  Thee ; 

In  Thy  love,  O  King  of  glory, 
Let  us  rest  eternally. 
Hallelujah, 
Let  these  hearts  repose  in  Thee. 

King  of  glory,  take  the  blindness 
Of  our  sinful  souls  away ; — 

Error,  ignorance,  and  folly, — 

That  no  more  our  feet  may  stray. 

Hallelujah, 
Let  Thy  wisdom  in  us  stay. 

Cure  in  us  the  love  of  sinning  ; 

Every  weakness  from  us  take  ; 
This  world's  iron  yoke  of  evil 

Break,  O  King  of  glory,  break. 
Hallelujah, 

Like  Thyself  us,  Saviour,  make. 


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IXTEBCESSIOX. 


Sloth  and  pride  and  darkness  banish ; 

Us  with  light  and  meekness  fill. 
Pureness  give,  and  love,  the  fairest, 

Brightest  of  the  graces  still. 
Hallelujah, 

Reign  Thou  in  our  heart  and  will. 

King  of  glory,  let  us  love  Thee, 

Love  Thee  with  a  child-like  heart ; 

Thine  it  is  alone  to  give  us 
Love  that  never  shall  depart. 

Hallelujah, 
Thou  our  King  and  Saviour  art. 


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INTERCESSION. 

)HEN  the  weary,  seeking  rest. 

To  Thy  goodness  flee  ; 

WTien  the  heavy-laden  cast 

All  their  load  on  Thee. 

When  the  troubled,  seeking  peace, 

On  Thy  name  shall  call ; 
When  the  sinner,  seeking  life, 

At  Thy  feet  shall  fall : 
Hear  then,  in  love,  O  Lord,  the  cry, 
In  heaven.  Thy  dwelling-place  on  high. 


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When  the  worldling,  sick  at  heart, 

Lifts  his  soul  above  ; 
When  the  prodigal  looks  back 

To  his  father's  love  ; 
When  the  proud  man,  in  his  pride, 

Stoops  to  seek  Thy  face  ; 
When  the  burdened  brings  his  guilt 

To  Thy  throne  of  grace  : 
Hear  then,  in  love,  O  Lord,  the  cry, 
In  heaven,  Thy  dwelling-place  on  high. 

When  the  stranger  asks  a  home, 

All  his  toils  to  end  ; 
When  the  hungry  craveth  food. 

And  the  poor  a  friend ; 
When  the  sailor  on  the  wave 

Bows  the  fervent  knee  ; 
When  the  soldier  on  the  field 

Lifts  his  heart  to  Thee  : 
Hear  then,  in  love,  O  Lord,  the  cry. 
In  heaven.  Thy  dwelling-place  on  high. 

When  the  man  of  toil  and  care 

In  the  city  crowd  ; 
When  the  shepherd  on  the  moor 

Names  the  name  of  God  ; 
When  the  learned  and  the  high. 

Tired  of  earthly  fame. 
Upon  higher  joys  intent. 

Name  the  blessed  Name  : 
Hear  then,  in  love,  O  Lord,  the  cry. 
In  heaven,  Thy  dwelling-place  on  high. 


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IT  DOTH  NOT   YET  APPEAR,    ETC. 

When  the  child,  with  grave  fresh  lip, 

Youth,  or  maiden  fair  ; 
When  the  aged,  weak  and  grey, 

Seek  Thy  face  in  prayer ; 
When  the  widow  weeps  to  Thee, 

Sad  and  lone  and  low ; 
When  the  orphan  brings  to  Thee 

All  his  orphan  woe  : 
Hear  then,  in  love,  O  Lord,  the  cry. 
In  heaven.  Thy  dwelling-place  on  high. 

When  creation,  in  her  pangs. 

Heaves  her  heavy  groan  ; 
When  Thy  Salem's  exiled  sons 

Breathe  their  bitter  moan  ; 
When  Thy  widowed,  weeping  Church, 

Looking  for  a  home, 
Sendeth  up  her  silent  sigh. 

Come,  Lord  Jesus,  come  ! 
Hear  then,  in  love,  O  Lord,  the  cry, 
In  heaven,  Thy  dwelling-place  on  high. 


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IT   DOTH   NOT   YET    APPEAR   WHAT 
WE   SHALL   BE. 

HE  gems  of  earth  are  still  within 

Her  silent  unwrought  mines  ; 
There  hide  they,  all  unknown,  unseen : 
No  sparkle  upward  shines. 


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COMFORT   OF  THE  HOLY  GHOST. 

The  stars  of  heaven  how  few  and  wan 

Are  all  we  see  below, 
Compared  with  what  remain  unseen 

Beyond  all  vision  now. 

Who  knows  the  untold  brilliance  there, 
The  wealth,  the  beauty  hid? 

Like  sparkle  of  a  lustrous  eye 
Beneath  the  eyelid  hid. 

So  with  the  heaven  of  better  stars 
Of  which  there  are  but  signs  ; 

So  with  the  stores  of  wisdom  hid 
In  everlasting  mines. 

For  what  we  shall  in  that  day  be 

It  doth  not  yet  appear  ; 
But  when  we  see  Him  as  He  is 

We  shall  His  likeness  wear. 


THE    COMFORT    OF   THE    HOLY 
GHOST. 


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HEN  the  leaves  of  life  are  falling. 
When  the  shadows  flit  appalling. 
When  the  twilight  voice  is  calling  ;- 
Mighty  Spirit,  comfort ! 


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COMFORT   OF   THE  HOLY   GHOST. 

\Mien  3'outh's  verdure  all  is  fading, 
\Mien  I  pass  into  the  shading, 
Life's  long  load  at  last  unlading  ; — 
Mighty  Spirit,  comfort  ! 

\Mien  the  frost  of  time  has  found  me, 
\Mien  the  chains  of  age  have  bound  me. 
When  the  evening  mists  surround  me  ; — 
Mighty  Spirit,  comfort ! 

When  the  wom-out  flesh  is  sinking. 
When  from  burdens  it  is  shrinking. 
And  from  earthly  ties  unlinking ; — 
Mighty  Spirit,  comfort ! 

WTien  the  gates  of  life  are  closing, 
All  its  lattice-bolts  unloosing. 
And  the  Spirit  seeks  reposing ; — 

Mighty  Spirit,  comfort  ! 

\Mien  these  skies  look  wan  and  dreary, 
WTien  the  inner  man  is  weary, 
Worn  out  by  the  adversary  ; — 

Mighty  Spirit,  comfort ! 

When  the  once  keen  eye  is  failing, 
WTien  the  stedfast  heart  is  quailing, 
Flesh,  and  fiend,  and  world  assailing ; — 
Mighty  Spirit,  comfort ! 

WTien  past  sins  are  flocking  round  me, 
When  the  fiery  arrows  wound  me, 
As  if  hell  would  then  confound  me  ; — 
Mighty  Spirit,  comfort ! 


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ETERNAL    WATER-BROOKS. 

When  I  think  on  manhood  wasted, 
Cups  of  pleasure  vilely  tasted, 
Holy  longings  madly  blasted  ; — 

Mighty  Spirit,  comfort ! 

When  my  farewells  I  am  taking, 
And  these  lower  rooms  forsaking, 
To  my  upper  home  betaking  ; — 

Mighty  Spirit,  comfort ! 

Holy  Spirit,  strength  in  weakness. 
Holy  Spirit,  health  in  sickness. 
Give  me  comfort,  patience,  meekness  ;— 
Mighty  Spirit,  comfort ! 

Ah,  Thou  wilt  not  then  forsake  me, 
Strong  in  weakness  Thou  wilt  make  me, 
To  Thy  bosom  Thou  wilt  take  me, — 
Mighty  Spirit,  comfort ! 


ETERNAL  WATER -BROOKS. 

>TERNAL  water-brooks 
Fed  by  no  earthly  rain, 
Nor  sublunary  dew. 
In  dales  or  mountain-nooks  ; 
Whose  springs  are  not  the  inconstant  clouds. 

Nor  the  deep's  perilous  blue, 
Nor  the  cold  ice-rocks  of  the  cliff. 

Nor  the  chill  moorland  where  the  flowers 
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ETERNAL    WATER-BROOKS. 

Rivers  of  joy  and  life, 
Far  from  our  storm  and  strife, 
My  spirit  thirsts  for  you  I 

Across  no  desert  waste 

Wanders  your  happy  flood. 
O'er  no  volcanic  fire 

Ye  take  your  trembling  road  ; 
But  through  the  meadows  of  the  blest, 

The  home  of  love  and  God, 
Where  health  and  peace  and  rest 

Have  their  secure  abode. 

Beneath  no  human  fane 

Riseth  your  crystal  stream, 
Upon  no  earthly  palaces 

Flasheth  your  golden  gleam  ; 
But  from  the  heavenly  throne 

Of  God  and  of  the  Lamb, 
The  shrine  and  palace  bright 

Of  Him  the  great  I  am. 

Celestial  water-brooks  ! 

Bright  with  unearthly  blue. 
Fresh  with  the  living  flood  of  heaven,- 

Each  day,  in  passing  through 
This  parched  wilderness  of  time. 

My  spirit  thirsts  for  you  ! 


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LOVE    NOT   THE    WORLD. 

Jove  not  the  world  ! 
W^^j})       What  is  there  here  to  love  ? 
(^^^d  That  which  is  loveable  is  not  of  earth ; 
Fix  thou  thine  eyes  above. 

The  face  of  time 

Is  never  in  one  stay ; 
The  beauty  of  this  fascinating  world 

Endureth  but  a  day. 

Of  things  below 

The  best  is  but  a  lie  ; 
The  blossoms  of  the  spring  and  childhood's 
buds 

Must  fade,  and  fall,  and  die. 

The  beautiful, 

All  bright,  and  fresh,  and  gay, 
May  pass,  like  sun-gleam  through  a  broken 
cloud. 

Across  thy  untried  way. 

Be  not  deceived  ! 

Through  all  this  earthly  air 
A  hellish  poison  pours  its  deadliness : 

The  plague  of  sin  is  there. 

And  who  shall  heal 

Or  disinfect  this  air  ? 
Who  disenchant  it  of  the  pleasant  spell. 

Or  break  the  unseen  snare  ? 


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LOVE   NOT  THE    WORLD. 


Be  not  deceived  ! 

Into  each  human  vein 
Sin  penetrates,  and  we  with  opiates  seek 

To  soothe  the  subtle  pain. 

It  dims  the  eye  ; 

It  dulls  the  inner  ear  ; 
It  dazzles,  and  it  darkens,  and  it  blinds, 

It  worketh  awe  and  fear. 

It  worketh  wrath, 

And  woe,  and  want,  and  doom  ; 
It  leads  us  darkly  to  the  second  death, 

The  everlasting  tomb. 

Love  not  the  world, — 

Its  dreams,  its  songs,  its  lies  ; 
They  who  have  followed  in  its  train  are  not 

The  true,  and  good,  and  wise. 

The  wise  and  good 

They  choose  the  better  part ; 
To  the  true  world  that  is  to  come  they  give 

The  true  and  single  heart. 

Love  not  the  world  ! 

He  in  whose  heart  the  love 
Of  vanity  has  found  a  place,  shuts  out 

Th'  enduring  world  above. 

Love  not  the  world  ! 

However  fair  it  seem  ; 
Who  loveth  this  fond  world  ?  The  love  of  God 

Abideth  not  in  him. 


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COULD    YE  NOT   WATCH? 


That  heart  of  thine 

For  God,  thy  God,  was  made ; 


Who  loves  this  God  of  love, 
Who  loveth  not,  is  dead. 


-he  lives. 


Though  this  wide  earth, 

With  all  its  love  and  gold, 
Were  his,  yet  still  he  liveth  not  whose  heart 

To  God  is  sealed  and  cold. 

Seek  not  the  world ! 

'Tis  a  vain  show  at  best ; 
Bow  not  before  its  idol-shrine  ;    in  God 

Find  thou  thy  joy  and  rest. 


COULD   YE   NOT   WATCH? 

OULD  ye  not  watch 

One  hour,  one  hour  with  Me, 
Beloved,  in  this  solitude, 
In  My  deep  agony  ? 

Could  ye  not  watch  ? 

Could  ye  not  give  to  Me 
That  which  My  human  spirit  craves. 

Your  human  sympathy  ? 

How  v/ill  ye  w^atch, 

In  the  world's  dazzling  day. 
In  its  hot  slumb'rous  atmosphere, 


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How  will  ye  watch 

In  after  days  alone, 
WTien  left  without  a  Master  here. 

Lover  and  friend  all  gone  ? 

If  sleep  ye  will 

In  this  Gethsemane, 
Poor  watchers  with  an  absent  Lord, 

Will  ye  not  elsewhere  be  ? 

Why  sleep  ye  now  ? 

Beloved,  rise  and  pray ; 
He  that  betrayeth  is  at  hand, 

Watch  then  while  watch  ye  may. 

The  hour  and  power 
Of  darkness  now  is  come  ; 

The  Shepherd  smitten  is  at  length. 
And  ye,  the  sheep,  must  roam. 

What  I     Sleep  ye  now  ? 

Children  of  light  and  day  ! 
In  ease  and  sloth  do  ye  thus  fling 

Your  dying  hours  away  ? 

Oh,  watch  and  pray. 

Lest  enemies  assail ; 
And,  when  the  evil  days  draw  on, 

Your  faith  give  way  and  fail. 

Watch,  then,  and  pray  ! 

See  the  dark  tempter's  snare  : 
He  lurks  to  smite,  or  to  seduce, — 

Oh  watch,  then,  unto  prayer. 


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COULD    YE  AOT   WATCH? 


He  comes,  he  smiles, 

As  ang-el  of  the  light ; 
Yet  ruler  of  the  darkness  he, 

And  prince  of  this  world's  night. 

He  comes,  he  speaks  ! 

And  still  the  ancient  lie 
Is  on  his  lips,  to  lure  and  cheat, — 

"  Ye  shall  not  surely  die." 

God  of  this  world. 

He  decks  his  kingdom  well ; 
It  looks  all  pure  and  beautiful. 

Seen  through  its  radiant  spell. 

As  light  shuts  out 

Each  everlasting  star, 
So  does  the  light  of  his  false  noon. 

The  worlds  that  shine  afar. 

Cheat  not  thyself; 

Miss  not  the  one  true  day ; 
The  end  of  all  things  is  at  hand, — 

Oh,  wake,  and  watch,  and  pray  ! 


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GIVE    GLORY. 

Psallat  altitudo  cceli, 

Psallant  onines  augeli, 
Quioquid  est  virtutis  usquam 

Psallat  in  laudem  Dei. 
Nulla  liiiguarum  silescat, 

Vox  et  oninis  personet 

Saeculorum  saeculis. —  Old  Hymn, 

]0  the  name  of  God  on  high, 
^s$^  God  of  might  and  majesty, 
^   God  of  heaven,  and  earth,  and  sea, 
Blessing,  praise,  and  glory  be. 

To  the  name  of  Christ  the  Lord, 
Son  of  God,  Incarnate  Word, 
Christ,  by  whom  all  things  were  made. 
Be  an  endless  honour  paid. 

To  the  Holy  Spirit  be 
Equal  praise  eternally, 
With  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
One  in  name,  in  glory  one. 

This,  the  song  of  ages  past. 
Song  that  shall  for  ever  last ; 
Let  the  ages  yet  to  be 
Join  the  joyful  melody. 

Glorious  is  our  God  the  Lord, 
Praises,  then,  with  one  accord 
To  His  holy  name  be  given, 
By  the  sons  of  earth  and  heaven. 


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LIGHT    FOR    WORK. 

ORD,  give  me  light  to  do  Thy  work, 
For  only,  Lord,  from  Thee 
Can  come  the  light,  by  which  these 
eyes 
The  way  of  work  can  see. 

In  plainest  things  I  daily  err, 

When  walking  in  the  light 
The  wisdom  of  this  world  affords, 

However  fair  and  bright. 

In  word,  and  plan,  and  deed  I  err. 
When  busiest  in  Thy  work ; 

Beneath  the  simplest  forms  of  truth 
The  subtlest  errors  lurk. 

The  way  is  narrow,  often  dark, 
With  lights  and  shadows  strewn ; 

I  wander  oft,  and  think  it  Thine, 
When  walking  in  my  own. 

Yet  pleasant  is  the  work  for  Thee, 

And  pleasant  is  the  way  ; 
But,  Lord,  the  world  is  dark,  and  I 

All  prone  to  go  astray. 

Oh,  send  me  light  to  do  Thy  work  ! 

More  light,  more  wisdom  give  ! 
Then  shall  I  work  Thy  work  indeed, 

While  on  Thine  earth  I  live. 


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THANKFUL    REMEMBRANCES. 

So  shall  success  be  mine,  in  spite 

Of  feebleness  in  me  ; 
Beyond  all  disappointment  then 

And  failure  I  shall  be. 

The  work  is  Thine,  not  mine,  O  Lord ; 

It  is  Thy  race  we  run  ; 
Give  light !   and  then  shall  all  I  do 

Be  well  and  truly  done. 


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THANKFUL   REMEMBRANCES. 


T^   LOOK  along  the  past,  and  gather 
^^i^^il  themes 

For  praise  to  Thee,  my  ever-gra- 
cious God. 
It  is  a  past  of  mercy,  and  it  teems 

With  goodness  at  each  step  along  the  road. 

Not  always  gladness  and  prosperity. 

But  always  goodness  from  Thy  patient 
hand  ; 
Always  the  love  that,  even  in  saddest  day, 
Traced  its  clear  prints  upon  time's  silent 
sand. 


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THANKFUL   REMEMBRANCES. 

I  thank  Thee  for  a  holy  ancestry ; 

I  bless  Thee  for  a  godly  parentage  ; 
For  seeds  of  truth  and  light  and  purity, 

Sown  in  this  heart  from  childhood's  earliest 
age. 

For  word  and  church  and  watchful  ministry, — 
The  beacon  and  the  tutor  and  the  guide  ; 

For  the  parental  hand  and  lip  and  eye, 

That  kept  me  far  from  snares  on  every  side. 

I  thank  Thee  for  a  true  and  noble  creed. 
For  wisdom,  poetry,  and  gentle  song ; 
For  the  bright  flower,  and  for  the  w^ayside 
weed. 
The  friendship  of  the  kind  and  brave  and 
strong. 

I  thank  the  love  that  kept  my  life  from  sin, 
Even  when  my  heart  was  far  from  God  and 
truth  ; 

That  gave  me  for  a  lifetime's  heritage 
The  purities  of  unpolluted  youth  ; 

That  kept  my  eyes  from  gazing  on  the  wrong, 
And  taught  them  all  the  sweetness  of  the 
right ; 

That  made  me  in  my  quiet  hours  to  long 
To  get  beyond  this  darkness  into  light ; 

That  showed  me  that  the  world  was  not  a  rest, 
Ev'n  when  it  looked  the  loveliest,  and  itsface 

Shone  with  the  gladness  of  the  glowing  east, 
When  it  foretells  a  noon  of  cloudlessness  ; 


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THANKFUL   REMEMBF.A^CES. 

That  told  me  that  all  pomp  was  but  a  name  ; 

That  gold  and  silver  were  not  life  and  joy; 
That  what  to-day  bestowed  of  love  or  fame, 

To-morrow's  breath  would  wither  and  de- 
stroy ; 

That  kept  me  from  the  riotous  and  rude, 
The  oath,  the  lust,  the  revel,  the  lewd  song  ; 

That  drew  my  footsteps  to  the  wise  and  good, 
And  bid  me  shun  the  pleasure-loving  throng ; 

That  made  me  feel,  even  amid  scenes  most 
bright. 

At  times  a  strange,  dark  void  and  vacancy  ; 
A  longing  for  the  real  and  infinite, 

For  something  that  would  fill  and  satisfy ; 

For  suns  that  would  not  set ;  for  stars  and  skies 
O'er  which  no  sorrow-laden  cloud  would 
sweep  ; 

Beauty  that  lives,  and  love  that  never  dies ; 
A  deeper  and  diviner  fellowship. 

If  earthly  beauty,  said  I,  be  so  fair, 
How  fairer  far  the  beautiful  above ; 

If  creature-love  be  so  exceeding  dear, 
How  dearer  far  the  uncreated  love  ! 


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O  birth-place  of  the  loveliness  and  light. 
That  shine  so  sweetly  over  earth  and  sea ! 

How  excellent  must  Thou,  the  Infinite, 
Eternal  Source  of  all  that  beauty  be  ! 


FOLLOW  ME. 


Show  me  Thyself,  then  all  is  well  with  me  : 
Being  of  beings,  fulness  evermore  ; 

Then  shall  my  soul  possess,  my  God,  in  Thee 
Its  never-emptying,  everlasting  store. 

So  shall  the  world  be  crucified  to  me, 
So  to  the  world  shall  I  be  crucified; 

Thy  face  in  righteousness.  Lord,  I  shall  see ; 
When  I  awake,  I  shall  be  satisfied. 


FOLLOW    ME. 

Matt.  iv.  21,  22. 

E  called  them,  and  they  left, 
Forsook  for  Him  their  all ; 
They  heard  the  voice,  and  followed 
Him, 
Submissive  to  His  call. 


His  one  command  prevails. 
No  second  word  they  need ; 

His  voice  has  proved  Omnipotent,- 
They  walk,  as  He  may  lead. 

They  follow  to  the  cross ; 

They  follow  to  the  crown  ; 
Planting  their  footsteps  upon  His, 

Making  His  path  their  own. 


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FOLLOW   ME. 


Their  cross  at  once  they  take, 
And  follow  Him,  their  Lord, 

Confessing  true  discipleship. 
And  listening  to  His  word. 

With  faces  Salem-ward, 

Through  good  report  and  ill. 

They  gird  themselves  for  war  and  toil, 
Upward  and  onward  still. 

To  work  the  work  of  God, 

To  breathe  for  Him  their  breath. 
For  Him  to  spend  and  to  be  spent. 

Facing  all  fear  and  death. 

Dreading  no  enemy. 

With  Christ  upon  their  side. 
Enduring  hardness,  shunning  all 

Of  self  and  sloth  and  pride. 

Content  to  sow  in  hope, 

In  patience  and  in  pain. 
Sure  of  a  harvest  yet  to  come, 

And  labour  not  in  vain. 

Forgetting  all  behind. 

They  press  on  to  the  prize, 

Keeping  the  crown  that  fadeth  not 
Ever  before  their  eyes. 

Grasping  the  recompense  ; 

Counting  all  loss  but  gain ; 
Glad  with  their  Lord  to  suffer  here. 

That  with  Him  they  may  reign. 


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NOT   TO   SELF. 

^OT  to  ourselves  again, 

Not  to  the  flesh  we  live  ; 

U>  Not  to  the  world  henceforth  shall  we 
Our  strength,  our  being  give. 

The  time  past  of  our  lives 

Sufficeth  to  have  wrought 
The  fleshly  will,  which  only  ill 

Has  to  us  ever  brought. 

No  longer  is  our  life 

A  thing  unused  or  vain ; 
To  us,  even  here,  to  live  is  Christ, 
Ic^  To  us  to  die  is  gain. 

Our  life  is  hid  with  Christ, 
With  Christ  in  God  above  ; 

Upward  our  heart  would  go  to  Him, 
Whom,  seeing  not,  we  love. 

When  He  who  is  our  life 

Appears,  to  take  the  throne. 

We  too  shall  be  revealed  and  shine 
In  glory  like  His  own. 

He  liveth,  and  we  live  ! 

His  life  for  us  prevails  ; 
His  fulness  fills  our  mighty  void. 

His  strength  for  us  avails. 


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GLORY   TO    GOD. 


Life  worketh  in  us  now, 

Life  is  for  us  in  store  ; 
So  death  is  swallowed  up  of  life  ; 

We  live  for  evermore. 

Shine  as  the  sun  shall  we 
In  the  bright  kingdom  then. 

Our  sky  without  a  cloud  or  mist, 
Ourselves  without  a  stain. 

Like  Him  we  then  shall  be, 
Transformed  and  glorified  ; 

For  we  shall  see  Him  as  He  is 
And  in  His  light  abide. 

Not  to  ourselves  we  live. 
Not  to  ourselves  we  die  ; 

Unto  the  Lord  we  die  or  live, 
With  Him  are  we  on  high. 

We  seek  the  things  above, 

For  we  are  only  His  ; 
Like  Him  we  soon  shall  be,  for  we 

Shall  see  Him  as  He  is. 


GLORY  TO    GOD. 

0  Jehovah,  God  of  might, 
Everlasting,  infinite, 

1  Dwellins:  in  His  boundless  heaven, 


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GLORY  TO    GOD. 


His  the  power,  the  love,  the  light, 
His  the  day  and  His  the  night, 
His  the  happy  blue  on  high, 
Earth's  green  round  of  spring  and  joy. 

Darkness  with  its  unseen  smile. 
Light  that  cheers  our  daily  toil, 
Midnight  with  its  silent  love 
Brooding  o'er  us  from  above. 
Rivers  with  their  gentle  song, 
Sea-waves  with  their  smiling  throng, 
Forests  bending  to  the  breeze, 
Calm  and  tempest,  all  are  His. 

Life  with  all  its  changes  here, 
Hopes  that  rise  above  this  sjDhere, 
Visions  of  the  far  and  nigh, 
Gleams  of  glad  eternity. 
Peace  that  soothes  the  aching  soul. 
Health  that  makes  the  wounded  whole. 
Love  that  fills  the  heart  with  bliss. 
Song  and  silence,  all  are  His. 

Let  us  then  our  honour  bring 
To  this  mighty  Lord  and  King, 
Let  a  new  and  ceaseless  song 
Break  from  every  heart  and  tongue. 
Praise  Him  as  the  God  of  might. 
Praise  Him  as  the  Lord  of  light, 
To  His  name  our  song  we  raise. 
Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  praise. 


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LET   YOUR   LIGHT   SHINE. 

i^OVE  thou  the  truth, 
5^T       And  speak  the  truth  in  love  ; 
^  ^   The  wisdom  pure  and  peaceable 
Descendeth  from  above. 

Hate  thou  the  lie  ! 

Yet  without  bitterness 
Thy  hatred  of  its  evil  speak, 

Only  to  teach  and  bless. 

Let  not  the  stain 

Of  angry  human  breath 
The  heavenly  mirror  soil  or  dim, 

Disturbing  peace  and  faith. 

All  violence 

Of  soul,  or  pen,  or  tongue. 
Not  strength  nor  greatness  is  at  all. 

But  feebleness  and  wrong. 

Overbear  none ; 

Trust  not  in  sword  or  rod, 
Man's  feverish  wrath  commendeth  not 

The  tranquil  truth  of  God. 

The  error  hate, 

But  love  the  erring  one, 
God's  love  it  was  that  brought  thee  back 

When  thou  astray  wert  gone. 


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FEAR   NOT,   DAUGHTER    OF  ZION. 


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Buy  thou  the  truth, 

And  sell  it  not  again  ; 
Count  thou  no  price  too  great  for  it ; 

Part  with  it  for  no  gain. 

All  truth  is  calm, 

Refuge  and  rock  and  tower ; 
^/^  The  more  of  truth  the  more  of  calm, 

Its  calmness  is  its  power. 

Truth  is  not  strife, 

Nor  is  to  strife  allied  ; 

It  is  the  error  that  is  bred 
Of  storm,  by  rage  and  pride. 

Calmness  is  truth. 

And  truth  is  calmness  still. 

Truth  lifts  its  forehead  to  the  storm 
Like  some  eternal  hill. 


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FEAR   NOT,  DAUGHTER    OF    ZION. 

EAR  not,  thou  daughter  of  Zion, 
He  Cometh,  He  cometh,  thy  King! 
He  cometh  in  lowly  greatness, 
Lift  up  thy  voice  and  sing  ! 

He  hast'neth  with  love  and  blessing ; 

With  glory  and  light  to  thee ; 
'Tis  the  day  of  the  great  salvation, 

'Tis  the  year  of  jubilee. 


FEAR   XOT,   DAUGHTER    OF  ZION. 

As  the  Prince  of  peace  He  cometh, 
The  Desire  of  the  nations  lie ; 

As  the  Bridegroom  He  appeareth, 
At  midnight ;   awake  and  see. 

As  the  King  of  earth  He  cometh, 
As  the  theme  of  creation's  song  ; 

Let  heaven  begin  the  chorus, 
And  earth  its  notes  prolong. 

He  cometh  to  spoil  the  spoiler, 
To  avenge  and  judge  and  reign  ; 

He  cometh  to  bind  the  strong  one 
In  the  everlasting  chain. 

He  came  once  in  shame  and  weakness, 
As  the  bearer  of  human  sin  ; 

He  cometh  in  royal  splendour 
His  kinor-dom  to  begin. 

He  hath  gone  to  receive  His  sceptre, 
He  returns  as  the  crowned  King ; 

Break  forth,  O  creation,  in  triumph, 
Oh,  lift  up  thy  voice  and  sing ! 

Fear  thou  not,  daughter  of  Zion, 
And  fear  not,  thou  burdened  earth, 

The  day  of  redemption  cometh. 
The  day  of  thy  second  birth  ! 


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JESUS   CHRIST   OUR   LORD. 

Se  nascens  dedit  socium, 

Convescens  in  edulium ; 

Se  moriens  in  pvetium 

Se  regnans  dat  in  preemium. —  Old  Hymn. 

^-f^HE  Christ,  the  Son  of  God,  hath  died ! 
^^^ijl^      In  life,  in  death,  our  surety  He  ; 
^^g|  Within  the  tomb  of  rock  He  lay. 

And  with  Him  in  that  grave  were  we . 

The  Christ,  the  Son  of  God,  now  lives  ! 

Death  could  not  hold  Him  in  its  power ; 
He  rose  on  the  appointed  morn, 

And  we  were  with  Him  in  that  hour. 

The  Christ,  the  Son  of  God,  hath  left 
This  earth,  and  to  the  Father  gone ; 

With  Him  ascended  we  on  high, 
With  Him  are  we  upon  His  throne. 

The  Christ,  the  Son  of  God,  from  heaven 
Looks  down  upon  this  evil  earth ; 

And  we  with  Him  are  looking  down, 
Waiting  creation's  second  birth. 

Our  hearts  are  on  the  things  above. 

Where  He  doth  sit,  and  we  with  Him ; 

Heaven  is  around  us  with  its  light, 
And  earth  is  distant  all  and  dim. 


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The  time  of  reigning  is  not  yet, 
And  yet  we  feel  as  it  had  come  ; 

The  pilgrim-journey  is  not  past, 
And  yet  we  feel  as  if  at  home. 

Strange  mixture  of  the  low  and  high, 

Of  strife  and  peace,  of  earth  and  heaven. 

The  cross  and  crown,  the  bright  and  dark  ; — 
'Tis  night,  'tis  noon ;   'tis  morn,  'tis  ev'n. 

Still  in  the  flesh  we  burdened  groan, — 
Our  strength  is  small,  our  friends  are  few  ; 

Yet  are  we  risen  and  glorified, 

Old  things  have  passed, — all  things  are  new. 

Our  life  is  hid  with  Christ  in  God ; 

When  He  who  is  our  life  descends, 
That  hidden  life  shall  be  unveiled. 

In  beauty  that  all  thought  transcends. 

And  we  shall  see  Him  as  He  is. 

And  we  shall  know  as  we  are  known  ; 

His  bride.  His  love,  His  undefiled. 
The  sharers  of  His  endless  throne. 

The  day  when  He,  the  Son  of  God, 
Once  more  upon  this  earth  appears. 

Shall  be  the  last  of  time's  dark  course. 
The  first  of  the  eternal  years. 

The  day  when  He,  the  living  One, 
In  glory  and  in  light  shall  come. 

From  every  grave  shall  burst  a  song, 

And  death-sealed  lips  no  more  be  dumb. 


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Where,  where,  O  death,  is  now  thy  sting  ? 

And  v/here,  O  grave,  thy  victory  ? 
Death  has  been  swallowed  up  in  life, 

The  grave  in  immortality. 


HE    COMES. 

,^^HE  Master  is  come,  and  calleth ! 
s^J       He  speaketh  in  grace  to  thee  ; 
Dost  thou  not  hear  Him  calling, 
''  Arise,  and  follow  Me." 

He  comes  for  the  great  rewarding 
Of  the  work  here  for  Him  done  ; 

And  He  crowneth  His  faithful  servants 
With  His  everlasting  crown. 

The  Bridegroom  is  come,  and  calleth ! 

He  comes.  He  can  tarry  no  more ; 
He  comes  for  the  marriage  supper, 

With  the  marriage  joy  in  store. 

Arise,  and  follow  Me  quickly, — 

Thus  He  speaketh  to  thee  aloud  ; 
Arise,  and  ascend  in  brightness 
Into  that  glorious  cloud. 

Quit  now  at  last  the  chamber 
Of  long  and  loathsome  gloom, 

For  the  splendour  of  My  pavilion  : — 
The  marriage-day  is  come. 


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MY  HIGH  PHI  EST. 


The  Judge  is  come,  and  He  calleth 
Before  Him  the  sons  of  men  ; 

Long-,  long  has  His  voice  been  sounding, 
It  sounds  for  the  last  again. 

Its  echoes  across  the  ages 

Have  been  sounding  for  judgment  long 
As  the  noise  of  the  many  waters, 

As  the  voice  of  archangel  throng. 

'Tis  the  time  of  the  great  enthroning  ; 

'Tis  the  day  of  wrath  and  doom  ; 
'Tis  the  day  of  power  and  terror, 

And  the  sons  of  men  are  dumb. 


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MY  HIGH   PRIEST. 

iK^  NEED  no  priest  save  Him  who  is 
above ; 
No  altar  but  the  heavenly  mercy- 
seat  ; 
Through  these  there  flows  to  me  the  pardon- 
ing love, 
And  thus  in  holy  peace  my  God  I  meet. 

I  need  no  blood  but  that  of  Golgotha  ; 

No  sacrifice  save  that  which,  on  the  tree, 
Was  offered  once,  without  defect  or  flaw, 

And  which,  unchanged,  availeth  still  for  me. 


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3IY  HIGH  PRIEST. 


I  need  no  vestments  save  the  linen  white, 
With  which  my  high  priest  clothes  my 
filthy  soul  ; 

He  shares  with  me  His  seamless  raiment  bright, 
And  I  in  Him  am  thus  complete  and  whole. 

I  leave  to  those  who  love  the  gay  parade. 
The  gold,  the  purple,  and  the  scarlet  dye  ; 

Mine  be  the  robe  which  cannot  rend  or  fade, 
For  ever  fair  in  the  eternal  eye. 

I  need  no  pardon  save  of  Him  who  says, 
"  Neither  do  I  condemn  thee,  go  in  peace ;" 

My  Counsellor,  Confessor,  Guide  He  is, 
My  joy  in  grief,  in  bondage  my  release. 

Forgiven  through  Him  who  died  and  rose  on 
high. 
My  conscience  from  dead  works  thus  purged 
and  clean, 
I  serve  the  service  of  true  love  and  joy  ; 
And  live  by  faith  upon  a  Christ  unseen. 


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THE  BLOOD  THAT  SPEAKETH 
BETTER  THINGS. 

O,  not  the  love  without  the  blood ; 
That  were  to  me  no  love  at  all ; 
It  could  not  reach  my  sinful  soul, 
Nor  hush  the  fears  which  me  appal. 

I  need  the  love,  I  need  the  blood, 

I  need  the  grace,  the  cross,  the  grave, 

I  need  the  resurrection  power, 

A  soul  like  mine  to  purge  and  save. 

The  love  I  need  is  righteous  love, 
Inscribed  on  the  sin-bearing  tree, 

Love  that  exacts  the  sinner's  debt. 
Yet  in  exacting  sets  him  free. 

Love  that  condemns  the  sinner's  sin, 
Yet  in  condemning  pardon  seals ; 

That  saves  from  righteous  wrath,  and  yet. 
In  saving,  righteousness  reveals. 

Love  boundless  as  Jehovah's  self, 
Love  holy  as  His  righteous  law. 

Love  unsolicited,  unbought, 

The  love  proclaimed  on  Golgotha, 

This  is  the  love  that  calms  my  heart, 
That  soothes  each  conscience-pang 
within. 

That  pacifies  my  guilty  dread. 

And  frees  me  from  the  power  of  sin. 


THE   BOOK   OF   GOD. 


The  love  that  blotteth  out  each  stain, 
That  plucketh  hence  each  deadly  sting, 

That  fills  me  with  the  peace  of  God, 
Unseals  my  lips  and  bids  me  sing. 

The  love  that  liberates  and  saves. 

That  this  poor  straitened  soul  expands, 

That  lifts  me  to  the  heaven  of  heavens. 
The  shrine  above,  not  made  with  hands. 

The  love  that  quickens  into  zeal, 

That  makes  me  self-denied  and  true. 

That  leads  me  out  of  what  is  old. 
And  brings  me  into  what  is  new. 

That  purifies  and  cheers  and  calms, 
That  knows  no  change  and  no  decay  ; 

The  love  that  loves  for  evermore, 
Celestial  sunshine,  endless  day. 


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THE   BOOK   OF   GOD. 


^^^^HY  thoughts  are  here,  my  God, 
^^4^^     Expressed  in  words  divine, 
^^^^^  The  utterance  of  heavenly  lips 
In  every  sacred  line. 

Across  the  ages  they 

Have  reached  us  from  afar. 

Than  the  bright  gold  more  golden  they, 
Purer  than  purest  star. 


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More  durable  they  stand 

Than  the  eternal  hills ; 
Far  sweeter  and  more  musical 

Than  music  of  earth's  rills. 

Fairer  in  their  fair  hues 

Than  the  fresh  flowers  of  earth, 
More  fragrant  than  the  fragrant  climes 

Where  odours  have  their  birth. 

Each  word  of  Thine  a  gem 

From  the  celestial  mines, 
A  sunbeam  from  that  holy  heaven 

Where  holy  sunlight  shines. 

Thine,  Thine,  this  book,  though  given 
In  man's  poor  human  speech, 

Telling  of  things  unseen,  unheard, 
Beyond  all  human  reach. 

No  strength  it  craves  or  needs 
From  this  world's  wisdom  vain ; 

No  filling  up  from  human  wells, 
Or  sublunary  rain. 

No  light  from  sons  of  time, 
Nor  brilliance  from  its  gold. 

It  sparkles  with  its  own  glad  light, 
As  in  the  ages  old. 

A  thousand  hammers  keen 
With  fiery  force  and  strain, 

Brought  down  on  it  in  rage  and  hate. 
Have  struck  this  gem  in  vain. 


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BRING    THE  BRIGHT  DA  Y. 

Against  this  sea-swept  rock 

Ten  thousand  storms  their  will 
~z-^  Of  foam  and  rage  have  wildly  spent 

,^ — ^  It  lifts  its  calm  face  still. 

It  standeth  and  will  stand, 
Without  or  change  or  age, 

The  word  of  majesty  and  light, 
The  church's  heritage. 


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BRING  THE   BRIGHT   DAY. 

-^yfe^^RING  the  bright  day  to  me, 
-^1       Light  up  its  joy  within  ; 
7^^  Thy  heavenly  sunshine,  Lord, 
In  all  its  joy  pour  in. 

Pour  in  Thy  heavenly  health, 
Remove  all  pain  and  ill ; 

With  strength  divine  and  true, 
My  feeble  being  fill. 

Fill,  and  it  shall  be  filled. 
This  empty  soul  of  mine  ; 

With  Thy  all-quickening  sap, 
Fill  me,  Thou  living  Vine. 

Thou  living  Vine,  me  fill. 

Dead  though  I  long  have  been, 

Until  each  withered  branch 
Shall  freshen  into  green. 


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Speak  but  the  quickening  word, 
And  death  shall  quickly  die, 

This  mortal  is  exchanged 
For  immortality. 


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COMMUNION. 

jNE  Christ  we  feed  upon,  one  living 
Christ, 
Who  once  was  dead,  but  lives  for 
ever  now ; 
One  is  the  cup  of  blessing  which  we  bless. 
True  symbol  of  the  blood  which  from  the 
cross  did  flow. 

Oh  feed  me  daily  on  the  living  bread, 
Refresh  me  hourly  with  the  living  wine, 

Oh  satisfy  my  famished  soul  ^^-ith  food. 
And  quench  my  thirst  with  fruit  of  the 
eternal  vine. 

Thy  flesh  is  meat  indeed,  my  God  and  Lord, 
Thv  blood  is  drink  indeed  for  evermore  ; 

On  Thee  alone  I  feed,  of  Thee  I  drink, 
That  into  this  sick  soul  the  heavenly  health 
may  pour. 

My  life,  my  everlasting  life  art  Thou, 

My  health,  my  joy,  my  strength,  I  owe  to 
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COMMUNION. 


Because  Thou  livest,  I  shall  also  live, 

And  where  Thou  art  in  glory,  there  I  too 
shall  be. 

Thou  with  us,  and  Thou  in  us, — this  is  life  ; 

All  that  the  Father  is,  in  Thee  we  see  ; 
O  Christ  of  God,  what  art  Thou  not  to  us, 

And  what  of  wealth  is  there  we  may  not 
find  in  Thee  ! 

Great  All  in  all,  eternal  Word  made  flesh, 

Alpha  and  Omega,  creation's  King ; 
The  church's  Head,  the  church's  Bridegroom 
too, 
Thee,  blessed  Saviour,  Thee,  we  celebrate 
and  sing. 

Chief  of  ten  thousand,  lovely  and  beloved. 
The  Rose  of  Sharon,  ever  fresh  and  fair. 

In  Thee  is  all  created  beauty  found. 
All  uncreated  excellence  is  truly  there. 

O  Christ,  we  praise  Thee  for  Thy  glory  great. 
But  for  Thy  death  of  love  we  praise  Thee 
most ; 
We  praise  Thee,  Son  of  the  eternal  God, 
We  praise  the  Father  too,  we  praise  the 
Holy  Ghost. 


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THE    GIFT   OF   PEACE. 


E  take  the  peace  which  He  hath  won, 
The  peace  which  by  His  cross  was 
^2  made ; 

He  is  our  peace  who  maketh  one  ! 
The  reconciling  blood  is  shed. 

He  the  long  enmity  hath  slain, 

The  quarrel  between  man  and  God ; 

And  He,  at  last,  love's  righteous  reign 
Hath  stablished  by  His  precious  blood. 

The  night  that  on  time's  primal  day, 
So  sadly,  suddenl}^,  came  dovv'n, 

His  rising  light  hath  swept  away. 

The  midnight  and  the  darkness  gone. 

We  take  the  triumph  He  has  has  bought. 
For  us,  when  He  the  spoiler  slew. 

The  liberty  which  He  hath  brought 

From  heaven  to  earth,  divine  and  true. 

We  take  the  pardon  which  He  gives, — 
True  root  and  spring  of  holy  fear  ; 

We  take  the  life  that  ever  lives. 
And  enter  upon  sonship  here. 

He  that  believes  is  not  condemned ! 

This  is  our  watchword  and  our  song ; 
Thus  unalarmed  and  unashamed. 

In  light  and  joy  we  pass  along. 


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FORGET  NOT  ALL    HIS   BENEFITS. 


'Tis  God  that  justifies  !     Amen. 

Who  shall  condemn  His  justified? 
If  God  be  on  our  side,  who  then 

Can  harm  those  for  whom  Jesus  died  ? 

He  died,  but  rose,  for  life  was  His ; 

His  resurrection-joy  was  ours ; 
Ours  His  eternal  victories 

O'er  principalities  and  powers. 

In  place  of  honour  and  of  rest 
He  sits,  our  mighty  Advocate, 

Our  names  engraven  on  His  breast ; 
Who  from  His  love  can  separate  ? 

Yes  ;  He  hath  entered  into  rest, 

And  we  with  Him  shall  enter  there  ; 

Our  place,  our  home  among  the  blest. 
He  hath  ascended  to  prepare. 

Near  hope,  and  dear  !     It  says.  Be  still. 

Care,  trouble,  weariness,  depart ; 
With  thoughts  of  coming  rest,  oh  fill 

Each  region  of  this  restless  heart. 


FORGET  NOT  ALL   HIS   BENEFITS. 


THANK  Thee,  Lord,  for  using  me. 
For  Thee  to  work  and  speak  ; 

However  trembling  is  the  hand. 
The  voice  however  weak. 


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FORGET  NOT  ALL   HIS  BENEFITS. 

I  thank  Thee,  Lord,  that  some  true  rays 
Of  Thine,  from  me  have  shone 

Into  a  world  so  dark  as  ours, 
However  faint  and  wan. 

I  bless  Thee  for  each  seed  of  truth 
That  I  through  Thee  have  sowed. 

Upon  this  waste  and  barren  earth, — 
The  hving  seed  of  God  ; 

For  those  to  whom,  through  me.  Thou  hast 
Some  heavenly  guidance  given ; 

For  some,  it  may  be,  saved  from  death. 
And  some  brought  nearer  heaven. 

For  any  hope,  or  light,  or  joy, 

Imparted,  Lord,  through  me. 
To  one  sad  soul  upon  this  earth, 

Unknown  to  all  but  Thee ; 

For  every  note  of  Christian  song, 

However  poorly  sung  ; 
For  lips  that  sought  to  speak  but  truth, 

And  for  a  willing  tongue. 

I  thank  Thee,  gracious  God,  for  all 

Of  witness  there  hath  been 
From  me,  in  any  path  of  life. 

Though  silent  and  unseen  ; 

For  any  flower  across  life's  path 

At  random  I  have  flung ; 
For  dew  to  freshen  aged  hearts, 

Or  sunshine  for  the  young ; 


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FORGET  KOT  ALL   HIS  BENEFITS. 

For  solace  ministered  perchance, 

In  days  of  grief  and  pain  ; 
For  peace  to  troubled,  weary  souls, 

Not  spoken  all  in  vain. 

O  honour  higher,  truer  far, 

Than  earthly  fame  could  bring, 

Thus  to  be  used,  in  work  like  this. 
So  long,  by  such  a  King ! 

A  blunted  sword,  a  rusted  spear. 
Which  only  He  could  wield  : 

A  broken  sickle  in  His  hand, 
To  reap  His  harvest-field  ! 

Lord,  keep  us  still  the  same,  as  in 

Remembered  days  of  old  : 
Oh  keep  us  fervent  still  in  love, 

'Mid  many  waxing  cold. 

Lord,  make  us  beacon-lights  on  earth, 

Authentic  and  divine  ; 
And,  as  the  times  grow  darker  still. 

May  we  yet  brighter  shine. 

Help  us,  O  Christ,  to  grasp  each  truth. 
With  hand  as  firm  and  true 

As  when  we  clasped  it  first  to  heart, 
A  treasure  fresh  and  new. 

Thy  name  to  name,  Thyself  to  own. 

With  voice  unfaltering. 
And  face  as  bold  and  unashamed 

As  in  our  Christian  spring. 


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EVER   WITH    THEE. 

^■OT  in  the  silence  only. 
Nor  in  the  solitude, 
Let  my  thoughts  rise  to  Thee  in 
praise, 
My  God,  so  great,  so  good. 

But  'mid  the  din  and  noise 

Of  city  conflict  rude  ; 
In  crowded  street,  where  daily  pours 
The  hurrying  multitude. 

Not  on  the  mountain  only. 

Or  by  the  lonely  sea. 
Or  in  the  forest's  quiet  shade. 

Let  my  soul  rise  to  Thee. 

But  in  the  hum  of  men. 

Amid  the  market-crowd. 
The  press  of  mammon-worshippers 

With  voices  fierce  and  loud. 

Not  in  the  morning  only, 

Or  midnight  calm  and  still, 
When  the  tired  day-breeze  lies  at  rest 

On  the  fir-shaded  hill. 

But  all  the  bustling  day, 

Mid  toil  and  weariness, 
Hour  crowding  upon  troubled  hour. 

Like  waves  that  never  cease. 


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LET   US  NOT  REND   IT. 

Not  on  the  Sabbath  only, 
In  the  dear  house  of  prayer, 

Where  earthly  din  cannot  intrude, 
And  only  God  is  there. 

But  all  week  long,  in  spite 

Of  care  and  vanity  ; — 
That  thus,  even  in  the  crowd,  I  may 

Be  still  alone  with  Thee. 


LET   US   NOT   REND    IT. 

'EAMLESS  and  fair ! 

Let  us  not  rend  Thy  perfect  rai- 
\}S5S=g^^  ment.  Lord  ! 

But  ever  keep  it  whole  throughout. 

Maintaining  in  Thy  church  a  blest  accord. 

Let  all  be  one  ! 

One  church,  one  faith,  one  love,  one  hope, 
one  joy. 
One  Bridegroom,  and  one  holy  Bride, — 

This  unity  divine  let  none  destroy. 

One  temple  vast ! 

Builded  of  living  stones  by  Thine  own  hand, 
One  household,  and  one  brotherhood, 

Knit  all  together  by  love's  perfect  band. 


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UNSPEAKABLE   WORDS. 


Let  truth  prevail  ! 

Truth  ever  true,  not  shifting  with  the  wind. 
Walk  we  in  light,  as  sons  of  noon ; 

The  shadows  that  divide  us  left  behind. 

Let  love  prevail  ! 

Love  the  most  excellent  of  gifts  divine  ; 
The  love  that  seeketh  not  her  own, 

Long-suffering  love,  all-patient,  Lord,  like 
Thine  ! 

Let  love  prevail ! 

The  love  that  envies  not,  that  thinks  no  ill, 
That  faileth  not,  but  ever  lives, 

All  things  believing,  hoping,  bearing  still. 

So  be  it.  Lord  ! 

Even  here  on  earth,  where  all  things  broken 
He. 
So  shall  it  be  in  love's  own  day, 

In  love's  own  kingdom  everlastingly. 


UNSPEAKABLE  WORDS. 

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)ORDS  then  there  are  in  that  high 


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Yet  words  which  none  below  may  hear, 
Who  still  amid  this  din  and  darkness  stay. 


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O  Eden  of  the  sorrowless, 
f^  ^3  The  anchorage  of  weary  souls, 

■  —       Where  the  King's  city  has  its  place, 

And  where  the  living  stream  in  crystal  rolls ! 

Words  then  there  are,  and  lips  that  speak. 
And  ears  that  hear  the  wondrous  tones, 

And  hearts  that  feel,  but  do  not  break. 

And  voices,  strange  and  sweet,  of  heavenly 
ones. 

We  hear,  and  love,  and  listen  still. 
The  sounds  enchain  us  as  they  fall  ; 

But  they  are  words  unspeakable. 

They  cannot,  must  not  pass  the  jasper-wall. 

Man  may  not  utter  them  to  man. 

They  are  for  those  who  gave  them  birth ; 

Not  heard  in  any  sphere,  save  one. 
Unfit  for  listeners  on  this  sinful  earth. 

By  sinless  lips  to  sinless  ears, 

From  sinless  hearts,  they  named  must  be; 
Not  for  this  land  of  days  and  years. 

This  home  of  darkness  and  mortality. 

But  he  who  heard  the  unspeakable 
Sure  never  could  forget  them  more ; 

He  may  not  speak,  but  he  must  feel. 

Must  brood  in  secret  o'er  his  hidden  store. 


A  treasure  in  his  deepest  heart. 

The  gold  of  gold,  of  gems  the  gem. 

Relics  with  which  he  must  not  part. 
Of  the  far-off  and  fair  Jerusalem. 


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UNSPEAKABLE    WORDS. 


From  that  strange  hour  when  first  he  heard, 
With  ears  unused  to  such  a  sound, 

The  glorious  and  unearthl}^  word. 

How  would  he  henceforth  tread  this  lower 
ground  ! 

Truth  upon  which  his  soul  may  muse, 
And  musing  burn,  and  burning  glow  ; 

But  which  he  must  not  here  disclose. 

Nor  breathe  to  fellow-mortal  here  below. 

A  man  with  treasure  in  his  heart, 

Imported  from  the  heaven  of  heaven, 

With  gladness  he  may  not  impart. 

For  him  alone,  in  grace,  divinely  given. 

The  heaven  above  had  been  to  him 
The  kindling  of  a  heaven  below  ; 

Yet  still  he  gazes  on  the  dim, 

And  still  he  dwells  amid  the  sin  and  woe. 

Unutterable  words  !     Oh  how 

To  know  you  does  the  spirit  long  ! 

Who  spoke  you  ?     In  what  language  too  ? 
And  were  ye  parable,  or  psalm,  or  song  ? 

And  were  ye  all  of  things  above  ? 

Or  did  ye  this  low  earth  concern  ? 
And  were  ye  joy,  or  were  ye  love  ? 

And  did  ye  sweetly  soothe,  or  did  ye  burn? 

And  did  ye  speak  of  ages  past ; 

Or  tell  of  ages  yet  to  come  ? 
Of  Him  the  Eternal  First  and  Last, 

Wliat  He  is  yet  to  do,  what  He  hath  done? 


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UNSPEAKABLE    WORDS. 


As  on  the  lone  and  silent  hill, 
Did  ye  recall  the  great  decease 

Of  Golgotha,  and  Him  reveal ;  — 

The  risen  Christ,  the  ascended  Prince  of 
peace  ? 

As  'neath  the  lonely  Patmos  sky, 
Did  ye  the  coming  King  proclaim  ? 

The  glory  and  the  victory, 

The  ending  of  earth's  day  of  death  and 
shame  ? 

And  did  ye  strike  the  key-note  clear 
Of  the  great  everlasting  psalm, 

Yet  to  be  sung  by  dwellers  here  ; — 

Glory  to  God  on  high,  and  to  the  Lamb  ? 

It  matters  not  ;  the  treasure  hid 

Within  that  heart  shall  yet  be  found  ; 

To  speak,  no  longer  then  forbid. 

He  shall  make  known  the  long-unuttered 
sound. 

The  notes  that  died  with  him  shall  rise, 
We  yet  shall  hear  iYiQ  treasured  strain ; 

Each  word  which  now  unuttered  lies. 
Shall  all  be  fully,  truly  spoken  then. 


JUXTA   CRUCEM. 

ROM  the  cross  the  blood  is  falling, 
And  to  us  a  voice  is  calling, 
i^  Like  a  trumpet  silver-clear 

'Tis  the  voice  announcing  pardon, 
It  is  finished  is  its  burden, 

Pardon  to  the  far  and  near. 

Peace  that  precious  blood  is  sealing, 
All  our  wounds  for  ever  healing, 

And  removing  every  load ; 
Words  of  peace  that  voice  has  spoken, 
Peace  that  shall  no  more  be  broken, 

Peace  between  the  soul  and  God. 

Love  its  fulness  there  unfolding. 
Stand  we  here  in  joy  beholding, 

To  the  exiled  sons  of  men  ; 
Love  the  gladness  past  all  naming, 
Of  an  open  heaven  proclaiming. 

Love  that  bids  us  enter  in. 

God  is  love  ; — we  read  the  writing. 
Traced  so  deeply  in  the  smiting 

Of  the  glorious  Surety  there. 
God  is  light', — we  see  it  beaming. 
Like  a  heavenly  day-spring  gleaming 

So  divinely  sweet  and  fair. 


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DIVINE  LOVE. 

Cross  of  shame,  yet  tree  of  glory, 
Round  thee  winds  the  one  great  story 

Of  this  ever-changing  earth. 
Centre  of  the  true  and  holy. 
Grave  of  human  sin  and  folly, 

Womb  of  Nature's  second  birth. 


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DIVINE   LOVE. 

LOVE  invisible,  yet  infinite, 
^W;^       I  cast  myself  into  thy  sure  embrace. 

O  light  of  God,  shine  through  this 
cloudy  night ; 
O  God  of  light,  unveil  Thy  gladdening  face. 

Happy  in  knowing  Thee,  my  Lord  and  God ; 

Happy  in  finding  Thee,  my  treasure  true  ; 
Happy  in  following  Thee  through  ill  and  good, 

In  toiling  for  Thee,  and  in  suffering  too. 

Clear-written  on  the  cross  I  read  Thy  love  ; 
Thy  love  is  there,  and  there  Thy  power  I 
see; 
The  power  that  comes  with-healing  from 
above. 
That  brings  to  us  a  heavenly  liberty. 


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LIFE'S   PRAISE. 


WTiat  is  the  love  to  me  without  the  cross? 

And  what  the  cross  without  the  love,  O 
Lord? 
All  sin  and  weakness  I,  it  is  the  cross 

That  to  my  broken  soul  doth  health  afford. 

O  love  that  passeth  knowledge,  Thee  I  need  ; 

Pour  in  the  heavenly  sunshine ;  fill  my 
heart; 
Scatter  the  cloud,  the  doubting,  and  the  dread. 

The  joy  unspeakable  to  me  impart. 

O  love  that  passeth  knowledge,  shine  on  me 
As  through  these  sunless  solitudes  I  wind ; 

Brighten  my  path,  give  buoyant  liberty. 
Nerve  for  the  fight,  unburden  and  unbind. 


LIFE'S  PRAISE. 

ILL  Thou  my  life,  O  Lord  my  God, 
In  every  part  with  praise ; 
That  my  whole  being  may  proclaim 
Thy  being  and  Thy  ways. 

Not  for  the  lip  pf  praise  alone, 
Nor  even  the  praising  heart, 

I  ask,  but  for  a  life  made  up 
Of  praise  in  every  part. 


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PRAISE. 

Praise  in  the  common  things  of  life, 

Its  goings  out  and  in, 
Praise  in  each  duty  and  each  deed, 

However  small  and  mean. 

Praise  in  the  common  words  I  speak, 
Life's  common  looks  and  tones, 

In  intercourse  at  hearth  or  board 
With  my  beloved  ones. 

Not  in  the  temple-crowd  alone, 
Where  holy  voices  chime. 

But  in  the  silent  paths  of  earth. 
The  quiet  rooms  of  time. 

Upon  the  bed  of  weariness, 
With  fevered  eye  and  brain ; 

Or  standing  by  another's  couch 
Watching  the  pulse  of  pain. 

Enduring  wrong,  reproach,  or  loss. 
With  sweet  and  steadfast  will ; 

Loving  and  blessing  those  who  hate. 
Returning  good  for  ill. 

Surrendering  my  fondest  will 
In  things  or  great  or  small. 

Seeking  the  good  of  others  still. 
Nor  pleasing  self  at  all. 

Fill  every  part  of  me  with  praise  ; 

Let  all  my  being  speak 
Of  Thee  and  of  Thy  love,  O  Lord, 

Poor  though  I  be  and  weak. 


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A   HYMN   OF  PRAISE. 


So  shalt  Thou,  Lord,  from  me,  even  me, 

Receive  the  glory  due. 
And  so  shall  I  begin  on  earth 

The  song  for  ever  new. 

So  shall  each  fear,  each  fret,  each  care. 

Be  turned  into  song ; 
And  every  winding  of  the  way 

The  echo  shall  prolong. 

So  shall  no  part  of  day  or  night 

From  sacredness  be  free, 
But  all  my  life,  in  every  step, 

Be  fellowship  with  Thee. 


A   HYMN    OF   PRAISE. 


heavens. 
Where  His  glory  dwelleth. 
Who  lighted  up  each  star  of  even, 

Which  that  glory  telleth  ; 
WTio  stretched  that  arch  of  blue  above, 

That  plain  of  blue  below  ; 

WTio  built  the  everlasting  hills. 

And  bid  the  rivers  flow  ; 


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To  Him  who  made  us  what  we  are, 

And  loved  us  all  so  well, 
Whose  thoughts  are  thoughts  of  boundless 
grace, 
Beyond  what  lip  can  tell, — 

To  Him,  to  Him  be  praise. 
Now  and  through  endless  days  ! 

To  Him  in  whom  we  live  and  move, 

In  whom  we  have  our  being ; 
To  Him  whose  glory  passeth  far 

All  hearing  and  all  seeing. 
Who  speaketh,  and  lo,  it  is  done, — 

Commands,  and  all  stand  fast ; 
Who  is  the  everlasting  God, 

Who  is  the  first  and  last. 
To  Him  who  hath  prepared  for  us 

A  home  and  mansion  bright. 
The  kingdom  never  to  be  moved. 

The  heritage  of  light, — 

To  Him  be  glory  given. 
By  all  in  earth  and  heaven ! 


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JESUS,   HELP. 

H  help  me  o'er  this  river. 

Thou  who  hast  crossed  before  ; 
Oh  help,  or  I  shall  never 
Reach  the  further  shore. 


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JESUS,   HELP. 

Its  waters  swell  and  eddy  ; 

I  fall,  I  sink,  I'm  lost : 
Oh  keep  my  footsteps  steady, 

Till  I  have  safely  crossed. 

Stretch  out  Thy  hand  to  save  me, 
As  Thou  hast  often  done ; 

For  if  Thou  wilt  not  have  me, 
Then  I  am  wholly  gone. 

If  Thou,  dear  Lord,  wilt  have  me. 
If  Thou  wilt  help  my  need ; 

Ah,  this  will  save,  will  save  me. 
And  I  am  saved  indeed. 

A  word  from  Thee  will  do  it. 
One  word,  one  word,  no  more  ; 

I  shall  be  carried  through  it 
And  landed  on  the  shore. 

Oh,  help  me  through  this  trial. 
Thou  tried  and  tempted  One  ; 

I  cannot  take  denial ; — 
Thou  must,  or  I  am  gone. 

'Tis  Thee, — Thee,  Saviour, 
That  can  suffice  for  me. 
For  I  am  tried  and  lonely, 


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THE   SONG   UPON   THE   SEA   OF 
GLASS. 

Rev.  XV.  2—4. 

m  SEA  of  glass  I  saw, 
^^X     Mingled  with  fire  it  seemed  ; 
Qiaxs   Upon  it  stood  the  conquerors, 
The  host  of  the  redeemed. 

They  had  the  harps  of  God, 

And  a  new  song  they  sung  ; 
The  song  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb 

I  heard  from  every  tongue. 

Right,  great,  and  marvellous. 
Lord  God  of  might,  they  cry. 

Thy  works  are  ;  just  and  true  Thy  waj'^s. 
Thou  King  of  saints  most  high. 

Who  shall  not  fear  Thee,  Lord, 

And  Thee,  Jehovah,  own  ? 
WTio  shall  not  glorify  Thy  name, 

The  only  holy  One  ? 

All  nations  now  shall  come. 

And  to  Thee  homage  yield ; 
For  all  Thy  righteous  judgments.  Lord, 

Are  now  at  last  revealed. 


LOVE   OUR   RESTING-PLACE. 


N  the  great  love  of  God  I  lean, 
Love  of  the  Infinite,  Unseen; 
With  nought  of  heaven  or  earth  be- 
tween. 
This  God  is  mine,  and  I  am  His, 
His  love  is  all  I  need  of  bliss. 

Once  and  for  ever  reconciled. 
The  sinful  with  the  Undefiled, 
I  walk  with  Him,  His  trustful  child  ; 

The  blood  of  the  great  sacrifice 
My  troubled  conscience  pacifies. 

In  the  calm  light  of  God  I  move, 

The  light  of  holiness  and  love, 

Like  the  pure  light  of  heaven  above  ; 

For  God  is  love,  and  God  is  light, 
A  day  without  a  cloud  or  night. 

To  the  dear  home  of  God  I  press, 

The  mansion  of  eternal  bliss. 

The  seat  of  love  and  righteousness. 

O  home  and  seat  of  glorious  life, 
Beyond  the  tumult  and  the  strife. 

He  keeps  me  from  all  want  and  ill. 
With  loving  eye  He  guides  me  still. 
His  peace  and  joy  my  spirit  fill, 

O  loving  Seeker  of  the  lost. 

How  great  for  me  Thy  toil  and  cost ! 


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THE   INTERCESSION. 


To  Him  my  helpless  spirit  clings, 
He  bears  me  as  on  eagle's  wings, 
Through  sorrow  and  through  joy  He  brings  ; 
He  loves  from  the  eternal  past, 
His  tender  mercies  ever  last. 


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Heb.  XIII.  20. 

OW  may  the  God  of  peace. 

Who  through  the  blood,  once  shed, 
;^j^   Of  the  eternal  covenant. 

Did  bring  up  from  the  dead 
Our  one  Lord  Jesus  Christ, 

Great  Shepherd  of  the  sheep. 
In  every  good  work  perfect  you. 

And  ever,  ever  keep. 
Doing  His  Heavenly  will. 
Working  within  you  still. 
The  holy  work  and  word, 
Through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord, 
To  whom  the  glory  be, 
Amen  !      Eternally  ! 


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TRUE    THINKING. 

^^M}0  Thee,  to  Thee  alone,  Lord, 
1^=^^  hearken, 

^^^^^  In  this  strange  age  of  crude  philo- 
sophy. 
The  skies  are  clouding,  and  the  shadows 
darken  ; 
It  is  not  night,  and  yet  it  is  not  day. 

They  boast  that  all  the  wisdom  is  with  them ; 

They  are  the  thinkers,  we  the  credulous  : 
They  have  the  mind,  and  can  think  out  all  truth, 

We  dream  and  doat  upon  the  fabulous. 

Man's  high  philosophy  disdains  Thy  thoughts, 
And  the  proud  voice  of  science  scorns  Thy 
word  ; 
"  There  is  no  God,  or  God  hath  never  spoken  ! 
There  is  no  judgment-seat,  no  judgment- 
sword." 

"  Our  lips  and  pens  are  ours ;  and  who  shall  say 
To  us.  Thus  far,  no  farther  shalt  thou  go. 

We  spurn  the  limits  of  the  fixed  creed, 
No  trammel  and  no  limit  shall  we  know." 

God's  revelation  is  a  word  of  hate, 

It  speaks  of  fetters  to  the  human  mind. 

It  says,  believe  because  thy  God  hath  spoken; 
And  thus  in  chains  the  intellect  would  bind  ! 


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TRUE   THINKING. 

But  they  will  not  be  bound ;  they  think  and 
speak 
As  it  may  please  themselves  ;  for  they  are 
lords, — 
Lords  of  the  mind  and  will ;  and  who  is  he 
That  shall  control  or  check  their  thoughts 
and  words  ? 

Think  on,  think  on,  then ;  but  the  day  draws 
nigh 

Which  shall  put  all  your  vanities  to  shame  ; 
Think  on,  but  know  that  there  is  One  who  will, 

To  think  as  w^ell  as  you,  put  in  His  claim. 

His  thoughts  are  not  as  yours,  nor  are  His  ways 
As  your  ways, — dubious,  changeful,  dark, 
unsure  ; 
His  are  the  thoughts,  eternal,  infinite ; 
Thoughts  like  Himself,  unchanging,  true, 
and  pure. 

To  think  His  thoughts  is  blessedness  supreme; 

To  know  Himself,  the  Thinker,  is  our  life  ; 
To  rest  this  weary  intellect  on  His, 

Is  the  glad  ending  of  mind's  endless  strife. 

For  this  is  life  eternal.  Him  to  know. 

And  Jesus  Christ  His  Son  whom  He  hath 
sent; 
And  this  is  light,  to  walk  in  His  dear  love. 
Light,  brighter  than  the  noon-bright  firma- 
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THE    CHURCH'S   WATCH. 

Utamur  ergo  parcius 
Verbis,  cibis  et  potibus, 
Soniuo,  joci?,  et  arctius 
Perstemus  in  custodia. —  Old  Hymn. 


S  the  Bridegroom  absent  still  ? 

Watch  thou  then,  O  faithful  Bride  ! 
Watch  and  pray, 
Till  the  day 
WTien  the  Bridegroom  to  thy  side 
Shall  in  love  and  glory  come 
To  find  with  thee  His  throne  and  home  ; 

Not  to  depart  again. 
Nor  leave  thee  in  thy  widowhood, 
In  darkness  and  in  solitude. 
Exposed  to  every  foe 
Of  earth  around  and  hell  below ; — 
But  over  earth  to  reign  I 


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Is  the  Bridegroom  absent  still  ? 

Watch,  O  blood-bought  Church  of  God: 
Severed  from  an  evil  world. 

Walk  thou  in  the  heavenly  road. 
Keep  thy  garment  undefiled, 

Of  the  flesh  abhor  each  spot. 
Cast  behind  thee  all  of  self, 

Be  time's  vanities  forgot. 


THE    CHURCH'S   WATCH. 


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Let  the  cry  be  heard,  "  How  long," 

Lord,  how  long  shall  evil  reign  ? 
When  shall  sin  be  swept  away, 

And  this  earth  be  clean  again  ? 
Lord,  how  long  shall  error  spread, 

Truth  be  trodden  in  the  dust, 
Hatred  flow  from  tongue  and  pen, 

Hatred  of  the  good  and  just  ! 
Hatred  of  the  Christ  of  God, 

Of  His  true  and  holy  word  ! 
Mockery  of  His  holy  crown. 

Scorn  of  His  uplifted  sword  ! 
This  the  burden  of  thy  cry. 

When  shall  end  the  age  of  wrong. 
Error,  pain,  misrule,  and  lust. 

Righteous  King  and  Lord,  how  long ! 


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Who  is  she  that  says  in  pride, 

"  As  a  queen  I  sit  and  reign, — 
To  me  who  speaks  of  widowhood. 

Of  poverty  and  grief  and  pain  ?  " 
She  it  is,  the  harlot-bride 

Of  the  world's  Christ-hating  King, — 
She  it  is  who  speaks,  in  pride 

Of  her  vain  imagining  ; 
She  the  true  chaste  spouse  who  mocks,- 

Bride  of  Christ,  elect  of  God, 
Who  the  heavenly  Bridegroom  loathes  ; 

Scorns,  yet  dreads  his  iron  rod. 


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THE    CHURCWS    WATCH. 


Decked  in  scarlet,  gems,  and  gold, 
Can  she  be  a  widow, — she 

Who  the  mystic  sceptre  sways, 
To  whom  millions  bow  the  knee  ? 


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Yet  her  day  is  nigh  at  hand, 

And  her  judgment  lingers  not, 
See  the  fierce-ascending  smoke 

Of  her  vengeance,  red  and  hot. 
See  the  mighty  millstone  flung 

By  the  glorious  angel-hand ; 
Hear  the  hallelujah  rise 

From  the  white,  palm-bearing  band  ! 
She  is  fallen,  and  shall  not  rise, 

She  is  sunk  for  evermore, 
Hallelujah,  let  the  note 

Sound  to  every  farthest  shore  ; 
Hallelujah,  like  the  voice 

Of  the  mighty  multitude  ; 
Hallelujah,  like  the  voice 

Of  the  roaring  waterflood ; 
Hallelujah,  like  the  voice 

Of  the  mighty  thunder-roar  ; 
Hallelujah,  for  the  Lord 

Reigneth  now  from  shore  to  shore. 
Let  us  then  rejoice  and  sing ; 

Tis  the  marriage  of  the  Lamb; 
And  the  bride  is  ready  ;  raise. 

Raise  the  everlasting  psalm  ! 


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PRAYER   FOR   OUR    CHILDREN.    ^ 

JATHER,  our  children  keep  ! 

We  know  not  what  is  coming  on 
the  earth ; 

Beneath  the  shadow  of  Thy  heavenly  wing, 
Oh  keep  them,  keep  them.  Thou  who  gav'st 
them  birth. 

Father,  draw  nearer  us  ! 

Draw  firmer  round  us  Thy  protecting  arm  ; 
Oh  clasp  our  children  closer  to  Thy  side, 

Uninjured  in  the  day  of  earth's  alarm. 

Them  in  Thy  chambers  hide  ! 

Oh  hide  them  and  preserve  them  calm  and 
safe, 
When  sin  abounds,  and  error  flows  abroad, 
And  Satan  tempts,  and  human  passions 
chafe. 

Oh  keep  them  undefiled  ! 

Unspotted  from  a  tempting  world  of  sin  ; 
That,  clothed  in  white,  through  the  bright 
city-gates. 

They  may  with  us  in  triumph  enter  in. 


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WHO    TOUCHED    ME? 


Luke  viii.  45. 


HO  touched  Me?"  dost  Thou  ask. 
'Twas  I,  Lord,  it  was  I. 
"  Some  one  hath  touched  Me  ; "  yes, 
O  Lord, 
I  am  that  '*  somebody." 


I  came.  Lord,  and  I  touched. 

For  sore  I  needed  Thee  ; 
Forth  from  Thee  straight  the  virtue  came, 

Lord,  Thou  hast  healed  me. 


And  wouldst  Thou  frown  on  me  ? 

Dost  Thou  the  boon  repent  ? 
Why,  then.  Lord,  didst  Thou  pass  so  near. 

As  if  to  me  just  sent  ? 

Thou,  Lord,  wert  passing  by  ; 

I  knew  all  heaven  was  there  : 
A  heaven  of  healing  and  of  love. 

Thou  didst  within  Thee  bear ; 

A  heaven  of  grace  and  peace, 

Of  pardon  and  of  joy  ; 
Lord,  wouldst  Thou  have  me  let  Thee  pass, 

And  all  that  heaven  go  by  ? 


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What  could  I  do  but  touch, 
And  Thou  so  nigh,  so  nigh  ? 

What  couldst  Thou  do  but  heal,  O  Lord, 
Ere  I  had  time  to  cry  ? 

Thou  wert  too  near  for  prayer ; 

I  touched  at  once,  and  found 
The  fulness  of  the  heaven  of  heavens, 

On  this  low  earthly  ground. 

Speak  then  the  word  of  cheer, 

Say  to  m}'^  trembling  soul. 
Be  of  good  comfort,  go  in  peace. 

Thy  faith  hath  made  the  whole. 


HOLY   SLEEP. 


John  xi.  12. 


^ORD,  if  he  sleep  he  shall  do  well ! 
How  sweet,  in  such  a  world  as  this, 
To  lie  unconscious  of  each  spell 
That  works  our  daily  weariness. 

Lord,  if  he  sleep  he  shall  do  well  ! 

We  will  not  grudge  his  earlier  gain. 
Could  he  now  speak,  would  he  not  tell 

Of  joy  begun,  of  ended  pain  ? 


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Lord,  if  he  sleep  he  shall  do  well ! 

We  would  not  break  his  longed-for  sleep, 
Nor  ask  him  back,  with  us  to  dwell, 

With  us  to  suffer  and  to  weep. 

Lord,  if  he  sleep  he  shall  do  well  ! 

The  resurrection-morn  is  nigh  ; 
Awake,  ye  in  the  dust  who  dwell, 

Awake,  ascend  with  song  on  high. 

How  sweet  to  shut  out  time  and  sense, 
Visions  and  vanities  and  dreams  ; 

Earth's  glare  so  withering  and  intense, 
Toil's  hourly  burdens,  pleasure's  gleams. 

In  death  to  leave  all  death  behind, 
From  sickness  and  from  pain  to  fly  ; 

And  in  the  dreaded  grave  to  find 
The  gate  of  immortality. 

To  leave  behind  the  fear,  the  doubt. 
The  care,  the  fret,  the  restlessness, 

That  poisoned  life,  and  to  shut  out 
Alike  the  failure  and  success. 

We  cannot  trust  these  eyes  and  ears. 
Sweet  though  it  is  to  hear  and  see  ; 

They  are  the  messengers  of  fears. 
The  gates  of  ill  and  vanity. 

We  cannot  trust  these  ears  and  eyes ; 

The  daily  inlets  they  of  sin  ! 
How  sweet  to  shut  out  earthly  lies. 

And  be  with  heavenly  truth  shut  in  ! 


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These  eyes  and  ears  we  cannot  trust, 
They  work  us  hourly  woe  within  ; 

How  sweet  to  close  them  in  the  dust, 
And  be  with  God  alone  shut  in  ! 

These  gates  how  gladly  should  we  close 
Against  the  ills  that  through  them  roll  ; — 

The  crafty  and  mysterious  foes, 

That  through  the  body  rob  the  soul. 

The  tomb  is  dark  ;  we  need  no  eyes  ; 

It  speaks  not ;   and  we  need  no  ears ; 
The  veil  descends  and  cannot  rise  ; — 

Farewell  our  struggles  and  our  tears  ! 

Lord,  if  he  sleep  he  shall  do  well ! 

In  sleep  like  this  he  taketh  rest; 
He  lieth  down  corruptible. 

He  riseth,  in  Thine  image  blest. 

For  he  who  sleeps  in  Thee  sleeps  well ; 

All  earth  shut  out,  all  heaven  shut  in. 
Though  damp  the  couch  and  dark  the  cell. 

They  dwell  in  light  who  sleep  within. 


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ALLELUIA,    DULCE    CARMEN. 


FROM    THE   LATIN. 


,  ,\^LLELUIA,  song  of  sweetness, 
5fA\^        Voice  of  endless  joy  and  love  ! 
Alleluia,  voice  of  gladness, 
To  the  happy  choirs  above. 

This  the  melody  of  triumph, 

Which  to  chaunt  they  never  cease  ; 

They  the  everlasting  dwellers 
In  God's  happy  home  of  peace. 

Alleluia,  holy  Salem, 

Thou  dost  sing,  and  still  rejoice, 
Alleluia,  of  thy  dwellers 

Is  the  never-ending  voice. 

Alleluia,  we  the  banished 

Mingle  with  the  tear  and  groan, 

As  we  sit  in  exile  lonely, 
By  the  streams  of  Babylon. 

Alleluia,  we  deserve  not 

Such  a  note  of  heavenly  song ; 

Oft  the  conscious  guilt  within  us 
Checks  and  silences  our  tongue. 

Yet  the  time,  the  time  is  coming. 
When,  in  brighter,  calmer  clime, 

We  shall  turn  with  wistful  longing 
To  the  ended  songs  of  time. 


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Then  to  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit, 
Mingle  we  the  prayer  and  praise, 

The  great  feast  above  beholding. 
Through  the  everlasting  days. 

Alleluia,  Alleluia ! 

Thus  to  Thee  we  joyful  sing. 
Alleluia,  Alleluia  ! 

To  our  blessed  God  and  King. 


EXTRA  PORTAM. 


The  following  is  a  translation  of  the  Latin  hymn 
of  Hildebert,  written  about  the  close  of  the  eleventh 
century.     The  reader  will  recognise  four  great  Bible 
..^-^  scenes' in   it:    first,  the  raising  of  the  widow's  son 

•^{(iC  and  also  of  Lazarus;  second,  the  stilling  of  the 
storm  ;  third,  the  barren  fig-tree  ;  fourth,  the  casting 
out  of  the  evil  spirit  from  the  child.  It  is  only  part 
of  a  larger  poem,  the  terse  Latinity  and  metaphysical 
Augustinianism  of  which  make  the  translation  a  work 
of  great  difficulty. 

ROM  the  gate  now  carried  forth, 
Putrid,  covered,  earth  with  earth ; 
^y^   Bound,  the  stone  upon  him  lies. 
If  Thou  biddest,  he  shall  rise. 

Speak  the  word,  back  rolls  the  stone  ; 
Speak  the  word,  the  shroud  is  gone  ; 
All  on  wing  he  hastes  to  come. 
When  Thou  sayest.  Leave  the  tomb. 


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EXTRA    PORT  AM. 


On  this  ocean's  troubled  breast 
Pirate  bands  my  bark  infest ; 
Here  the  foe  and  there  the  wave, 
Death  and  trouble  round  me  rave. 
Come,  good  Helmsman,  come  at  last, 
Smooth  the  sea  and  hush  the  blast, 
Bid  these  pirates  turn  and  flee. 
Bring  to  port  my  bark  and  me. 


Barren  fig-tree  sure  am  I, 
Every  branch  is  bare  and  dry. 
Hew  and  burn  ; — it  merits  all  ;— 
Justly  would  the  sentence  fall. 
Yet  one  other  year,  oh  spare. 
Dig  it,  dung  it,  it  may  bear ; 
If  not,  then  the  fire,  ah  me. 
Must  consume  the  fruitless  tree. 


'Gainst  me  the  old  enemy 
Flood  and  flame  doth  fiercely  ply ; 
Faint,  afflicted,  there  is  none 
Left  for  me  but  Thou  alone. 
That  this  enemy  may  flee, 
That  the  sick  one  healed  may  be. 
Help  Thy  sick  one  night  and  day. 
Help  him,  Lord,  to  fast  and  pray ; — 
This,  the  Lord  would  have  us  know. 
Shall  deliver  from  this  foe. 
From  his  grasp  my  soul  unwind  ; 
Give  the  loyal  lowly  mind ; 


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EXTRA   PORT  AM. 


Give,  oh  give,  the  fear  divine, 
Lacking  which  no  heaven  is  mine ; 
Give  hope,  faith,  and  charity. 
Give  me  prudent  piety  ; 
Give  contempt  of  earthly  toys. 
Appetite  for  heavenly  joys. 


Thou  art  all  of  hope  to  me ; 
All,  O  God,  I  seek  from  Thee. 
Thee  my  praise,  my  good  I  call ; 
Thou  my  gift,  and  Thou  my  all. 
Thou  in  toil  my  solace  art. 
Cordial  of  my  fainting  heart. 
Thou  in  grief  my  lyre,  O  God ; 
Thou  the  lightener  of  the  rod. 
Thou  in  bonds  me  settest  free, 
Thou  in  falls  upliftest  me  ! 
Still  in  wealth  bestowing  fear. 
Still  in  want  preserving  cheer. 
Injured,  Thou  requitest  ill, 
Threatened,  Thou  defendest  still ; 
What  is  dark  Thou  dost  unseal. 
What  needs  veiling  Thou  dost  veil. 


Ah,  Thou  wilt  not  let  me  go 

To  the  prison-cells  below. 

Where  the  sorrow,  where  the  fear, 

Where  the  stench,  and  where  the  tear 

Where  all  sin  is  brought  to  light. 

And  the  guilty  plunged  in  night. 


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EXTRA    PORT  AM. 


Where  the  torturer  ceaseth  never, 
WTiere  the  worm  shall  gnaw  for  ever ; 
Endless  all,  unchangeable  ; 
Endless  death,  and  endless  hell. 


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Mine  be  Sion,  city  blest, 

Sion,  David's  seat  of  rest  ; 

She  whose  Former  formed  the  light. 

She  whose  gate  the  cross  makes  bright. 

She  whose  keys  are  Peter's  creed, 

She  whose  dwellers  joy  indeed ; 

Living  stones  her  walls  do  fill, 

King  of  joy  her  guardian  still ; 

Here  is  light  without  decay. 

Spring  eternal,  peace  for  aye. 

Fragrance  filling  heaven  on  high, 

Ever-festal  melody. 

No  corruption  taints  its  air. 

No  defect,  no  murmur  there. 

None  there  dwarfed,  and  none  deformed, 

All  to  Christ  have  been  conformed. 

Heavenly  cit}',  city  blest, 
On  the  rock  securely  placed, 
In  thy  haven  calmly  sst. 
From  afar  thy  walls  I  greet ; 
Thee  I  hail,  for  thee  I  sigh  ; 
Thee  I  love,  for  thee  I  cry. 
How  thy  sons  rejoice  in  love, 
How  they  keep  the  feast  above. 
What  they  feel  'mid  yonder  light. 


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Jacinth's  or  chalcedon's  glow, — 
They  who  are  within  thee  know  ! 
In  the  streets  of  j^onder  city, 

Majr  I,  with  the  holy  throng, 
Joined  with  Moses  and  Elias, 

Sing  the  Hallelujah  song. 


THE   TIME    OF   FLOWERS. 

Song  of  Sol.  ii.  8. 

OW  sweetly  doth  He  show  His  face. 
How  gently  speak  and  say, 
<|  Rise  up,  my  love,  my  fair  one,  rise. 
And  come  away  ! 
Past  is  the  winter  and  the  cold. 

The  rain  is  o'er  and  gone ; 
The  flowers  appear  upon  the  earth. 
Now  glows  the  sun  ! 

The  singing  of  the  birds  is  come ; 

All  listening  now  we  stand ; 
The  turtle-dove's  low  note  is  heard 

Through  all  the  land. 
The  fig-tree  buds,  the  tender  vines 

Are  fragrant  as  the  day  ; 
Arise,  my  love,  my  beautiful. 

And  come  awa  v  ! 


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PSALM  ri. 


My  dove,  who  in  yon  rock  of  rocks 

Dost  in  My  love  rejoice, 
Come,  let  Me  see  thy  countenance, 

And  hear  thy  voice. 
Mine  my  Beloved  is,  I  His  ; 

Among  the  lilies  He 
Feedeth,  until  the  morning  breaks 

And  shadows  flee  ! 


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PSALM    VI. 


^(^^OT  in  thine  anger.  Lord, 
^.^^K       Me  for  my  sin  reprove  ! 
^.^€^?   Not  in  Thv  burning-  WTath  chastise. 
Oh,  deal  with  me  m  love. 

For  very  weak  am  I  ; 

Jehovah,  heal  Thou  me  ; 
For  shaken  are  my  bones,  my  soul 

Is  troubled  bitterly. 

But  Thou,  O  Lord,  how  long  ! 

Return,  my  soul  set  free ; 
In  greatness  of  Thy  mercy,  Lord, 

Save  and  deliver  me. 

For,  not  in  death,  of  Thee 
Can  we  remembrance  have  ; 

Who  shall  give  thanks  to  Thee,  O  Lord, 
Within  the  silent  grave  ? 


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And  weary  J  Lord,  am  I, 

With  these  my  groans  and  fears  ! 
Each  night  I  make  my  bed  to  swim, 

My  couch  dissolves  in  tears. 

Mine  eye  with  grief  consumes, — 
Grows  old  before  its  time, 

Because  of  all  mine  enemies  ; 
Depart,  ye  men  of  crime. 

Jehovah  hears  the  voice, 
The  voice  of  all  my  tears  ; 

Jehovah  to  my  cry  gives  heed. 
My  prayer  Jehovah  hears. 

Ashamed  and  troubled  be 

Mine  enemies  each  one  ; 
Let  them  turn  back,  be  put  to  shame. 

And  in  a  moment  gone. 


PSALM   XXIV. 

^ARTH  is  the  Lord's  ! 

And  all  its  fulness  His  ! 
This  world  of  ours. 

And  they  who  therein  dwel 
For  He  hath  laid 

Upon  the  mighty  seas 
The  earth,  and  deep 

Foundations  of  our  globe  ; 
And  on  the  floods 

Hath  built  it  firm  and  well ! 


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Into  Jehovah's  hill  ? 
Who  stand  within 

His  holy  place  on  high  ? 
Of  hands  the  clean, 

The  pure  of  heart  and  will  ! 
He  who  hath  not 

Lifted  to  vanity 
His  soul,  nor  hath 

He  sworn  deceitfully. 

He  shall  receive 

The  blessing  of  the  Lord  I 
He  shall  receive 

The  perfect  righteousness 
From  Him  who  is 

To  him  salvation's  God. 
Of  those  who  Him 

Do  seek,  such  is  the  race 
Of  those  who  do, 

O  Jacob,  seek  Thy  face. 

Lift  up,  O  gates. 

Lift  up  your  heads  on  high  ! 
Be  lifted  up. 

Doors  of  eternity  ! 
Then  He,  the  King 

Of  glory,  shall  come  in  ! 
Who  can  this  King, 

This  King  of  Glory  be  ? 
Jehovah  strong. 

In  battle  mighty  He  ! 


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PSALM  XXIX. 


Lift  up,  O  gates, 

Lift  up  your  heads  on  high  ; 
Yea,  lift  them  up, 

Doors  of  eternity  ! 
Then  He,  the  King 

Of  glory,  shall  come  in  ! 
Who  can  this  King, 

This  King  of  glory  be  ? 
The  Lord  of  hosts. 

The  King  of  glory  He  ! 


PSALM   XXIX. 

^^'^IVE  ye  to  Jehovah,  O  sons  of  the 
mighty. 
Give  ye  to  Jehovah  the  glory  and 
power ; 
Give  ye  to  Jehovah  the  honour  and  glory. 
In  beauty  of  holiness  kneel  and  adore. 

The  voice  of  Jehovah  comes  down  on  the 
waters, 
In  thunder  the  God  of  the  glory*  draws 
nigh  ! 
Lo,  over  the  waves  of  the  wide-flowing  waters 

Jehovah  as  King  is  enthroned  on  high. 

The  voice  of  Jehovah  is  mighty,  is  mighty, 

The  voice  of  Jehovah  in  majesty  speaks  ; 

The  voice  of  Jehovah  the  cedars  is  breaking, 

Jehovah  the  cedars  of  Lebanon  breaks. 

*  See  Hebrew. 


PSALM   CL. 


Like  young  heifers  at  play,  they  skip  when 
He  sj^eaketh  ; 

Lo,  Lebanon  leaps  atthe  sound  of  His  name. 
Like  son*  of  the  unicorn  Sirion  is  skipping  ; 

The  voice  of  Jehovah  it  forketh  the  flame. 

The  voice  of  Jehovah  it  shaketh  the  desert, 
The  desert  of  Kadesh  it  shaketh  with  fear  ; 

The  hind  of  the  field  into  travel-pangs  casteth ; 
The  voice  of  Jehovah  the  forest  strips  bare. 

Each  one,  in  His  temple.  His  glorj-  is  speaking, 
On  floods  He  is  sitting  as  King  on  His 
throne. 

Jehovah  all  strength  to  His  people  is  giving, 
Jehovah  with  peace  is  still  blessing  His 


PSALM    CL. 

^jEHOVAH  praise  !    Praise  God 
Within  His  sanctuary  ! 
Oh,  praise  Him  in  His  place  of  power, 
His  firmament  on  high. 

Praise  Him  for  all  His  deeds 

Of  majesty  and  power  ; 
For  greatness  and  for  excellence, 

Oh  praise  Him  every  hour. 

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With  the  clear  trumpet's  sound 

Lift  ye  His  glory  high ; 
Upon  the  harp  His  praises  speak 

And  on  the  psaltery. 

With  timbrel  and  with  dance 

His  majesty  proclaim  ; 
Praise  Him  with  stringed  instruments, 

With  organs  praise  His  name. 

On  the  loud  cymbals  praise  ; 

Praise  Him,  each  breathing  thing ; 
On  the  high-sounding  cymbals  praise 

Unto  Jehovah  sing. 


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iCROSS  the  plains  of  Europe,  through 

the  smoke     ........  243 

^  A  gain  the  Tempter  comes  !  to  Thee 

I  cling 232 

Ah,  Lord,  the  world  is  dark 257 

A  little  flock  ;  so  calls  He  thee 54 

Alleluia,  song  of  sweetness 357 

All  night  we  watched  the  ebbing  life      ...  211 

All  tliat  I  was, — my  sin,  my  guilt 57 

Almighty  Comforter  and  Friend 282 

Angel-voices  sweetly  singing 149 

Apostles  of  the  risen  Christ,  go  forth      .     .     .  169 

Are  there  not  voices  strangely  sweet ....  104 

Ascend,  Beloved,  to  the  joy 122 

A  sea  of  glass  1  saw 344 

At  last 207 

Attend  ye  heavens 226 

Bathed  in  unfallen  sunlight 118 

Beckon  us  upward,  ever-soaring  clouds  .     .     .  197 

Begin  the  day  with  God 180 

Behold,  thou  art  all  fair,  my  love 273 

Beyond  the  smiling  and  the  weeping  ....  25 

Beyond  the  hills  where  suns  go  down     .     .     .  183 

Blessed  be  God,  our  God 83 

Blessed  night,  when  first  that  plain   ....  97 

Break  forth  in  song,  long-silent  earth      .     .     .  254 

Brethren,  arise 39 

Bring  the  bright  day  to  me 324 

By  the  cross  of  Jesus  standing 283 

Calm  me,  my  God,  and  keep  me  calm     .     .     .  76 

Cling  to  the  Crucified  ! 58 


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Come  and  hear  the  grand  old  story     ....  201 

Come,  for  thy  day,  thy  wasted  day,  is  closing  .  127 

Come  heavenly  Spirit,  come 230 

Come  Lord,  and  tarry  not 101 

Come,  oh  come,  Thou  King  of  glory  ....  289 

Could  ye  not  watch 300 

Deep  down  heneath  the  unresting  surge      .     .  151 

Descend,  O  sinner,  to  the  woe 124' 

Do  they  still  linger, — these  slow-treading  ages  22 

Dropping  down  the  troubled  river      ....  162 

Dust,  receive  thy  kindred 37 

Earth  is  the  Lord's •     .     .     .  364 

Earth's  lamps  are  growing  dim 160 

Eternal  water-brooks 296 

Fair  sin,  tempt  me  not 275 

Far  from  his  breezy  home  of  cliff  and  billow    .  51 

Father  our  children  keep 352 

Fear  not  the  foe,  thou  flock  of  God     ....  165 

Fear  not,  thou  daughter  of  Zion 314 

Fill  Thou  my  life,  O  Lord  my  God     ....  339 

Finish  tliy  work,  tlie  time  is  short       ....  245 

For  the  warfare  gird  it  on 246 

From  earth  retiring 286 

From  tlie  cross  the  blood  is  falling      ....  337 

From  the  gate  now  carried  forth 358 

Give  ye  to  Jehovah,  O  sons  of  the  mighty  .     .  366 

Glory  to  the  glorious  One 221 

Gold  filleth  none 186 

Go  up,  go  up,  my  heart 77 

Great  truths  are  dearly  bought.     The  common 

truth 110 

Hand  and  foot  are  weary 143 

Ha!  yon  hurst  of  crj'stal  splendour    ....  17 

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He  called  them,  and  they  left 308 

He  came  a  leper,  all  unclean  and  foul     .     .     .  280 

He  has  come  !  the  Christ  of  God 67 

He  is  coming;  and  the  tidings 145 

He  liveth  long  who  liveth  well 166 

Help,  mighty  God 171 

Here  in  J  hy  royal  presence,  Lord,  I  stand  .     .  154 

Here,  O  my  Lord,  i  see  Thee  face  to  face    .     .  68 

Home  of  holy  light 284 

How  goes  the  fight  with  thee 260 

How  sweetly  doth  He  show  His  face ....  362 

Humanity  hath  sinned 168 


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ask  a  perfect  creed 

came  and  saw,  and  hoped  to  conquer 
'/3^        I  close  my  heavy  eye  ... 
a  If  my  bark  be  strong  .... 

go  to  life  and  not  to  death  . 

heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say 

hear  the  words  of  love  .     . 

know  Thou  art  not  far  .     . 

la}"  my  sins  on  Jesus      .     . 

look  along  the  past,  and  gather  themes 

love  yon  pale  blue  sky ;  it  is  the  floor 

miss  the  dear  paternal  dwelling  .     . 

need  no  priest  save  Him  who  is  above 
[n  the  dark  and  silent  night .... 
n  the  still  air  the  music  lies  unheard 

see  the  crowd  in  Pilate's  hall       .     . 
Is  the  Bridegroom  absent  still  .     .     . 

thank  Thee,  Lord,  for  using  me  .     . 

thought  upon  my  sins,  and  1  was  sad 
[t  travels  onward,  this  old  world  of  ours 

walk  as  one  who  knows  that  he  is  treadin 

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Jesus,  Sun  and  Shield  art  Thou 130 

Jesus,  Thou  needest  me 195 

Lie  down,  fi-ail  body,  here 45 

Life  is  the  child's  frail  wreath 156 

Light  hath  arisen,  we  walk  in  its  brightness    .  268 

Lo  God,  our  God,  has  come ^67 

Look  at  this  starbeam  !  From  its  place  of  birth  2 

Lord,  give  me  light  to  do  Thy  work  ....  304 

Lord,  if  he  sleep  he  shall  do  well 354 

Love  not  the  world 298 

Love  strong-  as  death,  nay,  stronger    ....  70 

Love  thou  the  truth 313 

Make  use  of  me,  my  God 217 

Mighty  Comforter,  to  Thee 198 

My  God,  it  is  not  fretfulness 114 

My  watch  upon  this  sea-swept  cliflf  is  done      .  141 

Nay,  give  me  back  my  blossoms 240 

Night  and  darkness  cover  all 227 

No  joy  is  true,  save  that  which  hath  no  end     .  120 

None  like  Him,  of  the  sons  of  men     ....  272 

No  night  descend  on  thee 75 

No,  not  the  love  without  the  blood     ....  321 

No  shadows  yonder 14 

Not  from  Jerusalem  alone 116 

Not  in  the  silence  only 331 

Not  in  Thine  anger.  Lord 363 

Not  so  quickly,  fretted  spirit 137 

Not  to  ourselves  again 310 

Not  what  I  am,  O  Lord,  but  what  Thou  art    .  133 

Not  what  these  hands  have  done 184 

Not  with  the  light  and  vain 79 

Now  may  the  God  of  peace 346 

O  dead  in  sin 90 


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O  ever-earnest  sun 174 

Oh  help  me  o'er  this  river 342 

O  love  invisible,  yet  infinite 338 

O  love  of  God,  how  strong  and  true  ....  128 

One  Christ  we  feed  upon,  one  living  Christ      .  325 

One  flower  may  fill  another's  place     ....  53 

On  the  great  love  of  God  I  lean 345 

Oppressed  with  noon-day's  scorching  heat  .     .  70 
0  safe  at  home,  where  the  dark  tempter  roams 

not 47 

Past  all  pain  for  ever 42 

Peace  upon  peace,  like  wave  on  wave     .     .     .  276 


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Rest,  weary  Son  of  God,  and  I  with  Thee 


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Seamless  and  fair 332 

Shall  this  life  of  mine  be  wasted 93 

Shine  on,  sweet  sun,  and  let  my  day  ....  264 

Show  me  the  tears,  the  tears  of  tender  love      .  178 

Sigh  not  for  palm  and  vine 238 

Silent,  like  men  in  solemn  haste 192 

Soon  this  corruptible 288 

Sorrow  weeps 175 

Sounds  the  trumpet  from  afar 265 

Sower  divine 78 

Summer  Ocean,  idly  washing 11 

Sunlight  has  vanished,  and  the  weary  earth     .  56 
Surely,  yon  heaven,  where  angels  see  God's 

face 27 

Sweet  cup  of  sorrow 251 


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That  clime  is  not  like  this  dull  clime  of  ours    .  15 

That  rising  storm !     It  has  awakened  me     .     .  9 

The  babe,  the  bride,  the  quiet  dead     ....  277 


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The  Bridegroom  comes 201 

The  Christ,  the  Son  of  God,  hath  died    ...  316 

The  Church  has  waited  long 21 

The  day  is  done 223 

Thee  in  the  loving  bloom  of  morn 262 

The  flowers  of  Spring  have  come  and  gone  .     .  88 

The  gems  of  earth  are  still  within 293 

The  last  long  note  has  sounded 147 

The  loving  morn  is  springing 35 

The  Master  is  come,  and  calleth     .....  318 
The   mornino-,   the  bright   and  the   beautiful 

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The  night-shades  have  begun  their  flight     .     .  250 

There  is  a  star  in  yonder  sky 86 

The  Son  of  God  in  mighty  love 64 

The  storm  has  broken,  and  the  heavy  blast .     .  32 
The  stream  was  deeper  than  I  thought    .     .     .  Ill 
The  tomb  is  empty ;  wouldst  thou  have  it  full  .  134 
They  have  left  the  camp,  with  its  tents  out- 
spreading     ^^'^ 

They  hear  His  voice 270 

This  day  of  war  and  weariness 214 

This  is  no  heaven IST 

Thou  art  no  child  of  the  city 107 

Thou  must  be  true  thyself 113 

Thy  light  is  come 255 

Thy  thoughts  are  here,  my  God 322 

Thy  way,  not  mine,  0  Lord 103 

Tliy  works,  not  mine,  O  Christ 59 

'Tis  autumn  now 82 

'Tis  evening  now 200 

'Tis  first  the  true  and  then  the  beautiful      .     .  1 

'Tis  not  for  man  to  trifle  !     Life  is  brief  ...  31 

'Tis  the  Beloved  from  the  glor}'  calls      .     .     .  181 

To  dream  a  troubled  dream,  and  then  awaken  34 

To  have,  eacli  day,  the  thing  I  wish  ....  170 

To  him  who  formed  the  heaven  of  heavens       .  341 

To  Jehovah,  God  of  might 311 

To  Thee,  to  Thee  alone.  Lord,  would  I  hearken  347 

To  the  name  of  God  on  high 303 

Trip  along,  bright  feet  of  May  ......  159 

True  bread  of  life,  in  pitying  mercy  given  .     .  129 


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Up  and  away,  like  the  dew  of  the  morning       .       29 

Up  now,  my  soul,  'tis  day 210 

Upward  where  the  stars  are  burning ....     266 


We  take  the  peace  which  He  hath  won  . 
What  a  world  with  all  its  sorrows      .     , 
When  the  leaves  of  life  are  falling      .     . 
When  the  weary,  seeking  rest  .... 
Where  the  faded  flower  shall  freshen 
"  Who  touched  Me  ?"  dost  Thou  ask 
Words  then  there  are  in  that  high  sphere 
Wrap  thyself  up  in  night;  speak  low,  not  loud 
Wrapped  in  a  Christless  shroud 


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OThovT,  my  God:  mybeing's  health  and  source- 
Better  than  life,  brighter  than  noon  to  me— 

Stretch  out  Thy  loving  hand  ;  with  gentle  forc(> 
Bend  this  still  struggling  will  and  draw  it 
after  Thee. 

Return  to  me.  my  oft-forgotten  God  I 

My  spirifs  true  though  long  forsaken  rest ; 
1  Undo  these  bars,  re-enter  Thine  abode  ; 
I       In   Thee    and    in    Thy  love    alone  would  I  bp 
,  blest. 

I  Remould  this  inner  man  in  every  part  ; 
I      Reknit  these  broken  ties  ;  resume  Thy  sway  : 
!  Take,  as  Thy  throne  and  altar,  this  poor  heart  : 
I      Oh,  teach  me  how  to  love  '.  oh.  help  me  to 
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